=Greil Marcus=

The nihilist is always a solipsist; no one exists but the actor, and only the actor's motives are real. When the nihilist pulls the trigger, the world ends. Negation is always political; the negationist assumes the existence of other people, calls them into being. The tools the negationist seems forced to use—real or symbolic violence, blasphemy, dissipation, contempt, ridiculousness—change hands with those of the nihilist.

((But the two orientations—nihilist and negationist—are not mutually exclusive. One can be both. I'm both. As a nihilist it seems to me absolutely incontrovertible that life has no meaning and can have no meaning, except that meaning be entirely illusionistic and solipsistic. As a nihilist, I'm a solipsist, too, albeit a self-acknowledged one. I've no doubt that when I pull the trigger I kill myself and, to all practical purposes (practical for me), I kill the world as well. Theoretically, the world might survive me. But it's possible survival remains only a theory. What does it matter to me if it does or does not survive theoretically; if I can't experience the world it might just as well not exist as exist. Dead, I'm beyond theory, beyond everything, even love for those who might survive me, if there is anyone in a world that remains without me. 

That said, I'm a negationist, as well. I'm a negationist while I am alive because it seems to me important to challenge the status quo and all received values, which oppress the individual in the name of an entity larger than the individual, which entity, as a nihilist, I don't accept as a fact. I'm a negationist because if one must live one might as well have as good a time as possible. And, paradoxically, it seems to me that so much of the misery of life comes from those things we're told give one's life "meaning." We're told it gives life meaning to die for one's country or one's religion, or to spend one's time and energy in hectic pursuit of professional and material success or in the sacrifices one makes for one's society and one's "family." 

None of these things larger than oneself seem to me to offer anything like meaning except inasmuch as one is determined to acquiesce to the illusion, propagated by one authority or other, that they do. 

It's strange to think that as a nihilist/negationist I might willingly surrender any search for life's meaning and accept life's absolute pointlessness and, in doing so, exchange the idea of meaning for the experience of enjoyment, which seems to me to be the only true experiential positive value, a meaning in lieu of meaning.

In order to find a meaning in life one must first abolish the pursuit and idea of meaning, at least in the abstract. Enjoyment and escape of un-ease is the only meaning in a meaningless life.