Perhaps we exist. Perhaps we're all stars of our own personal movies. Perhaps our reality is correct, our friends are indeed real, and that time is an irreversible concept tangible with the solidity of this reality.

But perhaps we're not.

Perhaps we do not truly exist. Perhaps we know that we do not exist. Perhaps we lie to ourselves daily, tricking our minds to perceive our life as reality.

Either way, we are unable to procure a consistent result. Perhaps that's for the best, as I am afraid of what will happen when we [b]wake up[/b].

On a lighter note: [b]This is a lie. Yes or No?[/b]