Over at First Things, James Poulos writing about, I think, the need to find some sort of meaning in life, worries about (inter alia) the plight of the agnostic:
…the failure of the agnostic to find repose, in faith or out of it, leads him or her altogether past any basis of an entire life and into a long, chaotic oscillation, moving between living as if ultimate meaning shaped life and living as if it did not.
Poulos is, of course, assuming that these poor benighted agnostics are worried about such matters in the first place. Perhaps some are. Speaking only for myself (a C of E agnostic, I suppose, if I have to put some sort of description to where I stand on such matters) I have to say that the presence or absence of ‘ultimate meaning’ bothers me not a jot. As for ‘repose’, I mainly define that as a good night’s sleep.