By: Dr. Adnan Bouzan 

At the heart of the human experience, the echo of an ancient question resounds, yet it is new in nature: what does it mean to be? This question stirs a primal confusion within the soul, for it delves into the depths of the unknown and seeks an answer that is never truly acceptable. Perhaps what we need is not a philosophy that offers us fixed answers, but rather a philosophical journey that guides us through circles of meaning, opening wide the doors of contemplation while, at the same time, closing every window that might bring us back to the realm of reality.

We live in intersecting worlds, where the idea of existence merges with the concept of emptiness. It’s as though our existence is a desperate attempt to fill the empty spaces that surround us, yet this effort always ends in drowning in another kind of emptiness; an emptiness that is not a place but an existential condition we experience in every moment and with every action we take, attempting to escape into a new meaning or a different identity. But the pivotal question remains: Can one be in their place in this world without realizing that, in reality, there is no place for them? And is this paradoxical truth the very foundation of existence itself?

We do not understand, as many believe, that existence is a continuous act; rather, it may be an infinite stoppage that can only be perceived through the thin layers of memory. Memory is but an illusion that stores our experiences and actions, as though they were a film reel projected before us, while we, in a single moment, run through time, without truly feeling our existence. Existence, in this context, is an undirected chaos, an attempt to interpret time and space in a moment that cannot be represented by any language or symbol. We do not live only in time, but within what we may call "another time" – a time not connected to the clock or events, but a time that emerges from our inner consciousness. It is a time that creates itself and recreates us anew in every moment of awareness, a time that transcends the limits of science, philosophy, and rationality.

Then, can we truly grasp our existence, if every idea we hold about ourselves is essentially a mere reflection on the surface of an unclear mirror? Is memory not a deception? And can a person live a life full of meaning when they cannot even define who they truly are? Are we condemned to the shadows that loom in our inner world, or are these shadows part of our identity? Can we live in our world without myths, or is it the myths that create for us an existence we can interact with?

These questions, which endlessly turn in the human mind, open the gate to a philosophy that reshapes ideas once imprisoned within the walls of conventional thought. If philosophy has ended, as some claim, I see it has only just begun. A beginning not in a new philosophy seeking to solve these puzzles, but in a philosophy that embraces the ambiguity as an unsolvable truth, believing that existence is not a being but a continuous movement between the unknown and the known, where every answer is the beginning of a new question.

Thus, philosophy is not the search for the truth we perceive, but the search for that moment when we discover that the truth itself is merely a fleeting dream.