In an entertaining game of life.

Incredible. Incredible. Incredible. That’s what comes to mind tonight. As a contemplate the fact that I exist. And that I’m aware of it. That I’m conscious and alive. Able to convince myself that I really exist.  Beyond a reasonable doubt.  Of course, maybe I’m fooling myself. And I don’t exist. That I’m merely someone's dream. Or a figment of someone's imagination. Still another possibility. I’m a sophisticated robot. Made to think that I’m alive. When really, I’m being operated by my inventor/creator.  By remote control. And we’re all robots. In an entertaining game of life. –Jim Broede