It doesn’t mean anything…
Life is empty and meaningless.
11:11 on your clock has no meaning.
There are no angels other than invented by fellow humans.
No gods either.
Also no devil.
But we keep on making us sh*t and then honoring it as the truth. We… meaning humanity. You and I.
But the reality is: all meaning is given. Given by people. It doesn’t belong to the thing… It is like a piece of clothing… clothing doesn’t define you…
But it seems humans are craving meaning, want meaning, so they make meaning… and then honor their meaning as the truth.
Even pets living with humans seem to learn that…