The most difficult thing that people must eventually come to realize is that, assuming there is no God, life really is meaningless on a universal scale. Yours especially and mine especially and everybody else's individual life especially.

The only way to solve that problem, however, is to bypass the maddening mental anguish that it would cause any intelligent life form to figure out this mystery. If we actually did the math on this, it would probably be the most deathly cold and depressing thing imaginable. We'd rush off cliffs like lemmings.

So, the only way to come across this solution is to improvise with a metaphor using the coldest art known to man. Mathematics.
The entire world, the universe, the multiverse, everything follows mathematical law of some kind. Without God, math is the all knowing, all powerful force of the universe.

So, using a mathematical problem, we can safely and happily come to the proper copnclusion that life is meaningless. 6 x 9 = 42 is only one way. 42 was simply the random number chosen out of infinite calculation.
The answer could also be 16 or 33 or 1564387.4fr232. The question to get that answer will be 4x4, 3x11, or 123+55. They all equal the same thing, 0x0, and it is all more of a metaphorical representation of the meaning so that our weak minds don't blow up. I mean, am I not correct that we ask this question in order to get anything but the answer we are provided?

In the words of Jack Nicholson, or, actually, whoever his screenwriter was in A Few Good Men, "You can't handle the truth!"