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You may not dream,
but you do not dream of nothing,
for that is consigned to
the dreams of rocks.

To think of nothing,
you must have
an idea about nothing,
and an idea is not nothing.

And where exactly
is that idea held?
Some would say that
the very idea that you
can hold an idea
is a demonstration
of the existence of
your being.

And where does this idea go
when you are not actively holding it?
Do you tuck it away in a corner
of your being when you’re not
actively holding it?

Or is that just the memory of an idea?

And do you truly create an idea?
Do you create anything?
Or do you just rearrange things
that already are
in slightly new ways?

And when you share an idea
with someone,
do they hold the same idea,
or do they make their own copy?
Or annotate the idea
in their own unique way?

And what happens when you leave?
Do you carry the idea with you,
or is it still there?

Or maybe the idea “is”, and you
just tap into it, connect to it,
associate your being with it.

But that can’t be.
For an idea doesn’t have being, rather,
a being has ideas.

Unless there is a being that the idea belongs to.

Now that is an interesting idea. 

The early Greeks penned,
“In him we live and move and have our being.” 
They referred to Zeus,
But perhaps they were
closer to the truth
than they realized.

Where were you,
before you were a being?
Were you an idea?
When your mother joined her idea bean
to your father’s idea bean,
At what point did you transition
from bean to being?

Again, do we really create anything,
or are we just putting existing things together
in different ways? 
Someone else’s creation...

In Him, we live and move and have our being.

That’s an idea worth mulling over my morning bean.

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