The enigma of death can be the only analogy for the question of being. Death as mystery belongs to everyone and yet the question of who is entitled to raise it, in effect to ask 'who dies?' remains unresolved. Every solution is no solution. Each presumed subject gives way to another until the deepest meaning of self is exposed without ever being fully revealed. The question of being however pre-exists any and all subjects, it is the question of questioning itself. You cannot properly ask it, it cannot be grasped, it must be given to you from elsewhere.