Meaning and transcendental value are just brain states. They are no less objective facts for being mere neurochemical omelets.
Fortunately, last night I had a bowel movement last night that put me at total peace with the world. It, too, was but a neurochemical state. But no less an objective fact therefore.
One man's turd is another man's meaning in life.
Enjoy the physicalism.
After I passed the meaning of life, I sat to watch a program about General Custer. I wondered if he or his nervous system cared more about the outcome of his battles. If he or his nerve endings reacted more strongly to the perfunctory bright lights and singing howl of mortar fire.