A question that I do not ask. I am simple with no need for definition. It is unavoidable. I am alive and conscious. Life is no different.
Life is born anew in every moment.
A being exists, continues to be, as before, so again. The process and flow that we call life is a continuity that I can feel, in its sublime subtlety, inside myself. At a central, still, non-moving point, the cycle of life rains down. I feel myself become myself, in any moment. One of us hid an item, something small and commonly seen, and the other would have to find it.