I very much doubt that the universe has no absolutes, and thus is meaningless, thereby tempting one to down into the "absurdist" rabbit hole, but I am not sure. Assuming it is true that there are absolutes, I am quite sure that I don't know for sure what those absolutes are, and certainly don't know their parameters, but I don't find seeking such absolutes to be a very productive exercise for me. I live my life based on parsing the probabilities, and what, for whatever reason gives my life meaning, and comports with my own ethical compass. I feel no need to try to escape from the absurdist paradox or dilemma. Indeed, uncertainty is a necessary element of giving my life meaning. The journey is the thing for me. And sometimes, when I do reach a destination, I feel a sense of letdown. In that sense I am, and always will be, a seeker.
It's funny you mention absurdism, because that basically is my philosophy. It's most commonly associated with Camus, but it has its roots in Kierkegaardan thought. To Kierkegaard, embracing the absurd meant making that "leap of faith" and accepting Christianity and its miracles (miracles themselves being absurd almost by definition). We embrace the absurd in other ways, like the ones you mentioned. Unlike Mr. Camus, however, I cannot imagine Sisyphus happy. His journey is not much of a journey at all, as it comes to no meaningful resolution even after great struggle.
But this discussion is better suited to its own thread.
[skip me and answer Torie's question]
