Let me invoke Camus [...]
[H]is conclusion is that even if the universe is bereft of inherent meaning, meaning can be created.
Camus said: let's not make our lives about the emptiness. Let's fill it with something worth living for.
I think maybe that's the guts of what we're talking about
I also enjoyed M.M. Ponty's articulation of meaning-giving as having both centrifugal and centripetal polarities. Problem there is how to understand the relevance-relation of meaningful differences. Usually instantiated as subject/object, self/world, individual/society; they are always and only understood in the shadow of empty things. Then also my meaning-giving becomes empty, a simulation/simulacra. So the question is, how do things go from zero to one?
I don't go camping nearly as often as I should, a fact evinced on my last trip by the food and clothing I thought would be adequate. Cold and hunger not registering, I rose to look at the moon a tad too quickly and had the strangest head-rush. Practically fainting (probably the off oranges) I suddenly found myself in a Berkeleyesque staged-version of the campsite. Similar yet entirely different, it was like the space had been Disneyfied to look like the ride Pirates of the Caribbean. Anyhow, that was also all I had.
What I mean is that I knew something was different, but I had nothing upon which to base that comparison. I was in some kind of a fugue state, like a short circuit, with no determinate access to my particular sense of self. It was like I had jumped into a different time-line, or slipped into a crack between worlds (words...). Capacity to clearly identify things and people substituted with fuzzy facades. Point being, even as the world slipped away, the past vaporized, self dismantled, there was not also a dissolution of meaning or importance. To the contrary, the "realness" of that state was entirely inescapable, the moment was unpostponable.
So I suppose what I'm getting at is that just because we give something meaning, which may or not be inherent, this does not make the sense of meaning any less relevant. It is an entirely too permissive universe that humbly calls for us to accept that it provides the ground of possibility for our interrelation with it to be meaningfully nurtured, or not.