Why are human beings so obsessed with finding deeper meanings to their lives? Is meaning just the word we give to an itch to find our 'place' -- in other peoples lives, for instance, when it comes to love, or in the universe? I know the religious response, or at least the Abrahamic: Augustine probably sumed it up when he wrote, 'we were made for thee, O Lord, and are restless until we find our rest in thee'-- but from a naturalistic, strictly biological viewpoint...where does it come from? Is it just the pattern-seeking element of our brain being turned to scrutinize itself?