Indeed, life lacks inherent meaning, and yet we persist in creating our own. The fear of harming others and the weight of responsibility are part of the absurd condition—this tension between our desire for meaning and the indifference of the universe. The challenge, as you rightly note, is to embrace this contradiction without despair. Relevance and responsibility, like Sisyphus’ boulder, are burdens, yes, but also the sources of our dignity. When we accept these struggles as our lot and find joy even in the absurdity of it all, we affirm life itself. We must imagine Sisyphus happy—perhaps playing on the plain you describe