Not exactly. It was proposed that we assign meaning. It is not there to be found. Unless you are a virtuoso of self-deception, you will be aware that you have arbitrarily assigned meaning. It is no less hollow than an atheist with a communion wafer. That is the crux of my point: all of the constructs we had, including whimsy and distraction, become reduced to so much translucent -- at best -- mist once we're aware.

Not sure we read the same book then. Because I was commenting on the idea that “life is inherently meaningless and absurd, yet we can find purpose and significance by embracing and confronting this absurdity.”