Why do we exist? What's the point? Or the reason? Is there one?
Do we even exist? What if we are all a dream within a dream? What if we aren't really here? What if we're all the fragments of someones imagination? Where does that put us?
Let's say, somewhere in some other plane a girl sat with a notebook. She opened the book and created a world. In her mind and those pages alone. What if we're all part of that world?
What if you were given the opportunity to choose the red or blue pill like in The Matrix?
Do you take the blue pill and forget what this all? You continue living your life in perfect bliss, but never knowing.
Or the red pill. Do you risk everything and take the red pill to find out the truth? Leaving behind your life, for knowledge.
I don't know...
