I do not believe in the meaning of the universe and I do not believe in the meaning of life in general.
But I believe in the meaning of life in particular.
I believe in the meaning of my life. That I can ask myself whether the universe has a meaning, and how the universe works, is the meaning of my life. Amongst other things.
I do not believe in a cyclic universe in which the same play is played over and over again. This would contradict quantum theory, in my view.
But I believe that cyclic universes are possible in the sense that they expand, contract, expand, and so on.
But if we live in such a universe, ours may be the last one in the series. For obviously the matter in our universe is not enough for it to contract again.
The amount of energy and matter in these universes may always be the same, but the distribution may always be different.
The initial distribution of matter and anti-matter may be different. Perhaps there was a universe before us that contained more anti-matter than matter, so it was an anti-matter universe.
And in our universe now, the difference between matter and anti-matter is so small that only so little matter is left that it no longer suffices for a contraction of the universe.
Actually, however, I believe that universes are created and disappear like blossoms that bloom and wither again.
This may happen now. Somewhere outside our universe, perhaps, a new universe is being created right now. Or many universes.
Or it may happen rarely. Maybe after an almost infinite time. But what happened once can happen again when there is an infinite amount of time available.