What makes us give any credence to human feelings and intuitions about our universe? This seems exceedingly strange in light of our actual position within all the time and space of the universe. We are a very small, and very recent, part of it all. And we came to be a part of it not as the result of some divine mind lying behind all reality, but as one of the countless results of meaningless, swarming self-replication. Ours are simply the genes that helped our ancestors to out-compete and out-fuck their neighbors—resulting in a species adequately successful at self-replication in its particular niche. So that’s what we’re built for; that’s what our minds are good at: being primates of our size and lifespan and habitats, and making more of the same.
Part of that is being social animals, and getting along, and feeling moral intuitions. Part of that is feeling that life is meaningful—at least inasmuch as the issue crosses one’s mind. (Evolution doesn’t necessitate being reflective or philosophical, just eschewing suicide, at least for a while.)
So yes, of course you feel what you feel, and you feel some of it very strongly. Same here. But what does that have to do with reality?