An Exercise In Clear Thinking

The other day on my evening stroll I thought of the many times we are the victims of misapprehension. In my reverie I met a man who stopped me suddenly, and posed a question--at least I thought I did, or might have; I'm not quite sure. Perhaps he wasn't there at all. If so, how might it be? Were he not, is the question hypothetical? If like the man, it does not exist, we must accept it anyway. Because we have given it an it. And it dangles there in the air; we can't have that, so sighing we must resurrect the man also. Not so, you say. I am the one who must go. I am the little god pretender who is not God. And you? Oh ho, not so fast, you too are a believer. You've been reading me into reality. All along! ~