What if we wrote lives with our thought? What if the pure act of believing were enough to create and sustain life: If i wrote a story of a man, he starts existing when i think he is real, and disappear when my thought discontinue. If so, there would be millions or billions of worlds being created or dying every second, and the only reason our world is still here because many people still believe. I think the end would be like switching off the lights -- a click. No clues no fading away; no fear no pain. It would be as simple as a simple fact "we will now ceased to exist"