Taking that poem into "the meaning of life" or "truth" whatever that may be is a type of misery and sadness but one that opens the eyes to interesting possibilities. It is true that we may not find the answers to our questions but by being available and curious who knows what may be revealed. A good fantasy is like a sipping a glass of wine on the beach, it has it's value but then we have to move on and stare into the abyss of our universal ignorance of what are we doing here and keep looking because maybe we can learn "something" with the time we have left.
I guess I'm in one of those moods