Jeremy yawned. Camping was bad enough; if only his Dad didn’t insist on having these pointless conversations. Did he exist? Well, obviously! Yes, like a drop of water joins the sea, he would die one day – who wanted to be old, anyway? But unlike a drop of water, he would enjoy life along the way.
Could he prove he existed? Sometimes Dad was like little Louey, really! Told the knight couldn’t move in a straight line, Louey had gone berserk: Prove it! he had shouted. Those are the rules, dummy. You don’t prove them, they’re just there. If you don’t like them, don’t play chess.
Family was really the limit. After lunch he’d find a way to slope off.
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T. Mastgrave’s philosophical story challenge: Can you be sure you exist?
Stray Thoughts 
Very nice! I really like this piece, and it’s a very solid response to the question. The example with Louey fits perfectly! It’s a great way of making your point, dismissing the question, and making the reader consider your perspective.
I’m glad you like it. I’m afraid I’ve never had much patience with the question, as it presupposes more faith in one’s deductive abilities than one’s existence…
Awesome. Enjoyed every word!
How very kind of you. If you exist, that is… 🙂