And so to bed

Not just because it’s almost 2am, but because the world of thought is at it’s best when I am about to fall off to sleep, more things become probable.

Last night as I fell asleep I thought more about the fact that I could be a figment of my imagination, as could everyone else. If I am a figment of my imagination, and everything else is too, then what an odd world it is that I’ve created for myself.

So in effect if anyone else ever reads this, are they really reading it at all, or have I merely created that? Have they created this? If I ever get anything back from it….have I made it up?

What a mind boggling concept…or is it? Is this thought that I’m having my imagination? If so, what does it mean? I think it’s a bit on the groovy side personally.

Is it possible to actually switch it all off?