‘what a weird dream’ he’d say, and we’d all disapear. Well i guess so.
What if I’m only dreaming? What if you’re only dreaming? What if The Matrix is really what our life is like? What if I suddenly develop uncontrollable telekinetic powers and annihilate the earth? What if…
You exist. I say be happy with that, at least. And while there’s a trillion possibilities about everything, remember that even Freud said that sometimes a cigar is just a cigar, mmmk?
oh yea, i’m not being morbid, im merely suggesting, but i take your point.
I suggest that you read Lewis Carroll’s Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There.