All the philosophers are so caught up with what it means to be, or to exist. Husserl conceives his mightily confusing transcendental ego, Heidegger his equally challenging Dasein, and Sartre, the for-itself. But truly, the question is: how did we come to be? It is a genealogical question more than a descriptive one. Why is it that I am here, now, amidst these things which seem so nicely constructed and which cohere to a harmonic whole that is the world? What necessitates this unbreakable harmony? The laws of nature, one says; but then, what necessitates the laws of nature? How is it that I am conscious as a being in this world? How have we emerged from nothing?
There is but one answer to all these questions: God. I suppose this is why philosophers have always left them out of their inquisitions.