Yesterday I posted no blog.

Not because my mind was empty, but rather the opposite. It was too full, and I couldn't quite make sense of it.

For the past week I have been entertaining thoughts about the nature of being and/or beingness.

It is a strange subject. Strange, yet strangely intriguing. And I cannot seem to stop myself from returning to it.

What is a being—a human being, for instance?

And what is beingness?

What would beingness be without beings to experience it?

And what would a being be without some sort of beingness to be within, so to speak?

It probably sounds a little crazy.

Perhaps it is.

Still, the question lingers.

And so do I.