I wondered the same thing, and felt the same way. Life seemed like a joke, pointless, and ultimately endless. I wanted to know the answer, too, but after a while I realized I didn't know the question, so I made my own meaning - What is the point of living? To keep going until I die. Now I'm wondering, what is the point of dying? I'll just wait and see
I believe from Zen Flesh, Zen Bones (maybe another book):
"All the mysteries of existance can be made clear by examining the behavior of leaves on a tree. When there is a true understanding of everything a leaf accomplishes in it's environment, you will find yourself existing just as the leaf does. Feel the wind as it tosses your hair, now don't you feel just like the leaf? Only the Deathless is beyond feeling."
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"David Bohm believes the reason subatomic particles are able to remain in contact with one another regardless of the distance separating them is not because they are sending some sort of mysterious signal back and forth, but because their separateness is an illusion.
i strongly believe in this theory alone so i dont think i need to read on."
I agree 100%. I may not be in the same room as you, but what separates us? Between you and I, there is an enormous stretch of matter, our energy ultimately reaches each other regardless of what we do. All things interconnected, I can reach out, and touch the whole of existance. God? The same way that all my particles compose me, I feel like I compose a universal "being". Like Red_Haze signature, I believe we are all God.
edit: fuq, I have a real problem with getting off topic 8)