How is everything real. How did the universe form? Why was there only one planet for us? With everything we need on here? So perfect? So beautiful. How did things begin.? How did reality become? Did you ever stop to think what formed us. Our conplex minds? Individuality? Sense of person? Emotions? Physics? Planets? What then created, whatever created us..? Are we even real? Lately life doesn't feel real. It just doesn't. Everything in/on my body, my nerves, my skeleton, my brain, my skin, my muscles, my organs, my veins, my ateries. They work together, and make me. Me. I am me. Why were they created so perfectly that I'm able to live. To function. To live, laugh, love? I think everyday while I'm walking. I see people, people I will never know but people I will always somehow be connected to. We are creatures walking on a planet. We created so much. Language, rules, schools, respect, law, money, entertainment. What drove us to be so intelligent? Am I even seeing right now? Is every emotion coursing through my body real? Is this all fake? Am I useless? Another soul that's living? Other people think. They know things. They live like me. If we all end do we start again? Is this all just a simulation? Why is there bad? Who created the bad. How did we learn right from wrong? Is it even "right from wrong"? Maybe our created norm of right isn't even right. What if every thing is wrong. And we crash into the sun in a year.? Are you ready to go yet? Do you love this unreal experience? Do you feel real?