There is an immediate sense for depth of being, as much your own as that of others. It lines up minds like the pole of a magnet and all your thinking far from equaling or proving being is only one of the ways you strive failingly to possess it. Intellect and even consciousness, wealth, charisma, are simulacra of it, phantoms to chase which lead nowhere. The contingency of your connection to being is all that drives experience, is all there is to talk about.