I had a dream last night that made perfectly clear that a word, an image, and a feeling, are all aspects of one concrete thing. They all arise from the thing itself, or from the act, if it’s a doing and not a being. Of course doing and being are aspects of the same thing, just on a different time-scale. If it’s too slow for us to see the changes, then it’s just being. If it’s quicker, and we can see the process, then it’s a doing—a verb.
Maybe all things faster than a rock should be verbs. The dogging just ran into the room. Or maybe we are humans, being.
Humanings?