"What is it?"
"Do we really, and I mean truely, exist?"
"Nope."
How?"
"Okay here it is. I'll put it simply so you can understand."
I rolled my eyes.
"A point. It has no hight, no width, and no depth. Therefore, it doesn't exist."
A line. It is made up of an infinite number of points, but points don't exist. Therefore, a line doesn't exist.
A plane. It's made up of an infinite number of lines, but lines don't exist. Therefore, a plane doesn't exist.
Reality. It's made up of an infinite number of planes, but planes don't exist. I'll let you fill in the rest." He grinned.
I just sat there absorbing what I had been told, it made so much sense. Being tired and lazy, I didn't question it and I decided I'd tell other people what the great omnicient and omnipotent one had said.
