No, the absence of philosophical terms made it more understandable, not less. You described something real.
I think that’s exactly right. Meaning does not exist in and of itself, it arises through the process of life. I’m not sure it arises in the person so much as the person is where it becomes visible to itself.
About location - my ‘life’ is closer to the biological phenomenon.
When I ask about meaning of life I don’t mean what makes your life feel worthwhile - though that matters to me too. I mean the thing the tree is doing when it grows toward light. The thing we are doing when we feel pulled toward a warm home. Same process. We’re just the versions of it that can notice it happening and ask what it is.
And the location of it - in the tree, in us - is never inside the thing alone. The tree doesn’t contain the meaning. The light doesn’t contain it either. It lives in the orientation between them. In the relationship between a living thing and what it’s moving toward. Take either one away and there’s nothing left to point at.
So when you said meaning arises through sensation and experience - I think that’s exactly right. That’s what the orientation feels like from the inside, at the level of complexity where it can feel like anything at all. You described the experience of it perfectly. I was just asking what’s happening underneath that makes the experience possible.
Something like:
What kind of system am I, that I persist the way I do?
The amoeba’s answer is simple and readable — toward food, away from harm. The pattern is clear because the system is simple.
My system is more complex. The pattern harder to read from the inside. But it’s still there. I still move toward some things and away from others. Some configurations feel like more life. Some feel like less. That differential response - that’s not narrative. Not constructed meaning. Not the social story. That’s the older thing running.
What does this system actually select for, when it’s running clean?
Not what I think I should care about. Not what makes a good story. Not what society installed where the question used to be.
That question has a different quality. Less weight. More curiosity. Not trying to justify or resolve. Trying to read something that’s already happening.
And the answer to that - whatever it turns out to be - might not be psychology. Might not be philosophy. Might not even be personal.
Might be closer to physics.
And I experience that - not as something that takes away from the personal, the felt, the chosen. If anything the opposite. Knowing the pull was already there before I named it, before I built a story around it - that doesn’t make the story less mine. It makes the moment of recognition feel like something real was found, not just invented.
Which might actually be closer to what you described than it first appears. The person who saw the nice house and felt something pull in them - that pull was real before they understood it. The meaning they built around it was theirs. Both things true at the same time.