Philosophy has a tendency to turn the world into nouns.
The human being. The self. Being. Time. Faith. Language.
We give names to what exists, and the words can create the impression that we have thereby grasped something stable.
A noun can be defined, delimited and placed within a system.
But life rarely behaves like that. It moves, changes and returns. It happens.
The human being is not finished.
It is not something we first are and then go on to live.
It becomes in the very act of living.
Perhaps, then, we should sometimes stop asking:
What is a human being?
And ask instead:
What does it mean to be human as something we do?
Practical Philosophy 