@Mimishu1995, @zenvelo, @gorillapaws, and @Espiritus_Corvus all get to what I feel. I feel that there is something more to existence than what I can hold, see, taste, hear, or smell. I gave up trying to understand it, let alone define it, a very long time ago. I am happy feeling that there is something. Something. It’s a feeling.
If I’m wrong and there’s nothing, it won’t matter how I feel. I don’t feel anything about that. I’m not worried about it.
I once wrote an essay about a question like this. I ended it by giving a recipe for soup. Basically, it said to take everything in your refrigerator and combine it in a pot and cook it. Then it should be enjoyed. Savored. Relished.
Eat it up.