The thing is…sigh…that is…the universe being just a figment of my imagination (which begs the question, “Who am I and where did I come from?”)…

Should the Apple board of directors proceed with building the ground-based spaceship in Cupertino?

Should the global financial wizards help China smoothly transition to a consumption-based economy rather than export-based?

Does U.S. economic history have a clear answer?

What if you gave to a sperm bank and no one wanted your donation?  What kind of interest rate do sperm banks guarantee on certificates of deposit?  Do they offer savings and checking accounts?  What about debit cards?  ATMs?

If I am a figment of my imagination, what is my imagination a figment of?

Who created the word figment in the first place?

Today is a day when I am withdrawn into myself for purposes of ascertaining meaning out of nothingness…to create a new universe that looks similarly the same as the last one, which is merely a blank slate with a background image as a starting point for my imagination…while the last one begs for my attention.