Meaning, for me, is what everything offers up, freely, before the observer observes his own meaning over the top of it.
It is the opposite of intellectual. It is what becomes clearly visible when intellect is suspended.
A crow taught me to see like this:
It is not human, and probably does not see itself as a crow. It just is whatever it is, and never questions this.
Humans tend to view everything from a human perspective: what use is it/what use is it to me.
They wring personal gain from everything, without regard for the consequences of doing that.
Whereas a crow will observe, and play with, everything. If it can be eaten, they will eat it, as per design. If it can be fucked, they will fuck it, as per design. But never will they wreck anything for the sake of wrecking it, or to extract knowledge from that wrecking.
Humans hoard stuff, and that hoarding advises everything they do, and the way in which they do it.
Crows do not hoard. They are alive NOW. Everything they do is NOW.
Humans could improve upon this, having the ability to see where things go and what happens next.
But usually they don't improve upon anything, and simply leave a trail of destruction in their wake.
I have found myself in a state of no-time, like the reality a crow inhabits. All is NOW. And being so grants access to eternity.
Too simple for humans to grasp, mostly. Simple enough for a crow to grasp. Leap and live.
Make nothing of anything, and everything comes alive as what it is.
What is it?
If you can decide it isn't anything, and see it in those terms, you will see what it is.
This is why I shun the accumulation of knowledge. I don't need it. Apples are best left alone.
That way, I get to live in an otherwise human-less Garden Of Eden.
It's nice here. I recommend it.