Thinking about the world, which has always been as uniquely human as it is arduous, has now become the task from which we most wish to be exonerated, dispensed from the effort of understanding what is happening and the place of our uncertain identities in that meaningful process. It's not that we believe the world lacks meaning, or, on the contrary, that we take it for granted, but rather that it seems to us all that there is no question more devoid of meaning than that very question, the one that inquires into it.