What does it all mean? What is the meaning of life? These are the great pseudo questions of religion and philosophy, and I suspect that you have asked them as well.
We’ve been told that in the absence of a meaningful answer, there is a great void in our lives that must be filled with something: An idea, a myth or a person. But what if this was an imaginary problem? What if it is an illusion or story we’ve told ourselves for millennia?