Huh? What?

A philosopher dreamed he was a butterfly, and from that moment he was never quite sure that he was not a butterfly dreaming it was a philosopher. Envy him; in his two-fold security.
For all anyone knows, nothing is. Everything has to be taken on trust; truth is only that which is taken to be true. It's the currency of living. There may be nothing behind it, but it doesn't make any difference so long as it is honored. One acts on assumptions. What do you assume?