I was "thinking" yesterday about how everyone has a different take on the world around them, each one in the bubble of their own existence. It's funny because our contemplation of the world around us is only because of our existence. The universe exists because we do. And if we don't, there is no reason to "think" there is one (duh?). I'm not sure where I was headed or what I'd conclude. But I tried boiling it down to one sentence: “When people check out, they take their universe along”.