You are a fragment of my pigmentation. Oh, wait, it’s – You are pigment of my fragmentation. No, wait, that’s not correct. It’s – You are a figment of my imagination. Occasionally it’s fun to trot out that old tongue twister when jokingly arguing with someone who says something we don’t want to hear. We know we’re joking, but a lot of people in the world say it and mean it. Seriously, in the quest to understand what it means to be some have concluded that nothing is real. Life is just a dream and one day we will awake to the real. In the meantime our daily life is made up of the things we imagine. So you really are a figment of my imagination.

One of the problems with denying reality is that nothing means anything. Or, to put it another way, what anyone thinks means anything, or nothing, or everything. The point is that if all we know is purely a creation of our own mind, then earth and sky don’t exist, people don’t exist and I have no relationships, just wisps of dreams in my mind. Then why do I have so many problems with the people in my dream? Why don’t they always agree with me? As one fellow put it when arguing with someone who believed this stuff: “If I’m not real then my irritating arguments about God are your fault.”

Another problem is that if life's just a dream why do we all get old and die? Why can’t we dream a better ending? Plus, how do we know when we wake up? Reason and reality die when we step off the unmovable Rock of Jehovah. Standing on nothing we lose our balance and fall to our destruction (Deuteronomy 32:36-39). Let’s wake up to the reality of The Rock, the ultimate reality - God.