Mechanised Life and the unquantifiable.

There is always a way to describe something at its bare minimum to downplay that unquantifiable aspect we call, Meaning. I call it mechanising life.

Example,  I often hear some say that dreams are simply randomly firing neuron activity only serving a biological process, totally meaningless,  or that what we call spiritual experiences are realy just illusions, delusions and hallucinations that your brain is creating by virtue of bad chemistry or something, no meaning at all, (not realising that hallucinations are a species of reality in themselves) We hear that the human being is nothing but an insignificant little bleep on an insignificant rock at some insignificant point in an insignificant universe, proberbly one of many.

So with that logic we can say that music is a complicated series of noises nothing more, love and companionship,  chemicals in the brain nothing more, and that ultimately we live to reproduce so that our children can also grow and reproduce and on and on and that this is the point of it all, absolutely mechanical. Argh.. What a blunt outlook on life that is.