I was just thinking about Jean Paul Sartre because I was worried about my dinner in the context of existence and essence. Now I know existentalism is a little out of “vogue” but………
My dinner was in the bowl and then it was gone though its essence lingered!
You’ve guessed – it was inside me.
So if it was gone it no longer existed and if it was in me then maybe I don’t exist
If it was in a bowl and it is still in the bowl then I am a bowl!
Oh dear I thought I was just a dog albeit a very special and handsome one!
Best have a nap and dream about chasing squirrels, do they exist?