This is a subject that's always interested me. Whether or not you and everyone and everything around me actually exists or not. Pardon me for getting into pseudo-sociopathic ideas, but if I hurt you, do you in fact feel pain, or are you just an enviornment reacting to me in a way predetermined or simply due to my perception? Am I the only truly conscience person in this world? I have no proof that you or anyone else is. When I was younger, I used to wonder if I were in an experiment. If an alien race or something of the like put me into a controlled and artificial enviornment to see how I'd react. Like the Truman Show, but without real people. Later, I got into a more abstract concept.
I heard a quote once: "Everything alive is God's personal toy." In the context it was given, it sums up the angle I'm trying to get at. If I am the only conscious one, does that make me God? Are you my creation? Creations of the mind that I interact with. Is this body I use real, or simply the way my mind interacts with my creations? Are my creations "alive" or are they simply figments of my mind that were made for me to interact with?
I could go on forever with this and I may already sound like Charlie Manson, so I'll leave it at that.

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