I've thought about this long and hard, and I've came up with the only logical conclusion. I am God. I am the only thing that exists in the world as I know it. Weed, earth, the universe, and you and everyone you love are only figments of my imagination. I'm not all that smart, because I haven't learned to manipulate my own thoughts yet, but that is okay because I have eternity to figure it out. I hope that I don't imagine that anyone is insulted by this and then posts imaginary responses that criticize my holiness. Now, I'm going to concentrate on believing that my imaginary computer is really an imaginary pile of some really great imaginary grass. Then I will smoke it and imagine that I'm really stoned. Thus, all things only exist in my omnipotent mind. Hence, not only does God exist, but I am now imagining that I have just revealed myself to all my imaginary friends (you guys). All you figments of my imagination should feel free to send your imaginary money to me, just like you do for my mental creation that I like to call Tammy Faye Baker. It all makes perfect sense to me now, and I will imagine that your fake asses also understand it as clearly. God (me) I feel so much better now.