You take a long, hard look at your life and decide that enough is enough.
You make a solemn vow to yourself that you will never again consume hallucinogenic substances.
Then you notice a small, old man grinning toothlessly back at you from across the room.
He seems somehow detached from reality, and his features appear to both move and stay still, like a statue in the shadows or a painting in the corner of your eye.
His face looks familiar although you cannot be sure.
As he begins to levitate, you realize that it's already too late.
Do you:
Share your decision with the man?
Pinch yourself to make sure the man is real?