Homeopathy seemed . . . both mathematical and poetic.
In real life nothing means anything. Stuff happens and there just is no structure.
I hate stereotypes and I hate cliche.
People make events into stories. Stories give events meaning.
It's not even a question of whether the universe is meaningful or meaningless. It's in what way could it be meaningful, or in what way, if it was meaningful, could that be even more meaningless than normal meaninglessness?
I'm a great believer in gathering together all your obsessions and seeing if you can make a novel out of them.