People need people. It’s how we derive identity in this world. Oppressors need the oppressed. Businesspeople need customers. Writers need readers and so on.
People, not oil or gold, are the greatest resources in the world. Without people, nothing would have meaning. There’d be no racism or bigotry or injustice because these things need people.
Until you can define why you need a person or certain people, meaning is elusive. And if you can’t, that’s meaning too.