I think maybe it's not just that meaning is relative but that relative meaning can be ascribed in any amount at whatever level of life's magnification you're zoomed in on. So if it's a child's birth or the opening of a can of soda, a feeling of value can be experienced, savored, noted, soliloquized, whatever, if conditions are right for that. This impression was strong under psychedelics, if not very admirable, when I would say, believe sincerely that the opening screen of Zelda where you name your character, was some sort of universal cipher, or when I was worse than absent from a baby shower for my son, because I was engrossed in the idea of emotions being a physical thing... I could go on... So the sensitivity to meaning was maybe turned up a bit high, but still I find it comforting when struggling to feel much of anything, that those impressions can indeed be felt within any moment, any object, any incident. And the non-specificity of the catalysts, rather than leading me to nihilism, suggests to me that the universe can in fact be the scent of bitter almonds, or whatever poetic/mundane/astronomical thing.