Meanderings of a Madman upon the Brink of Coffee Cup Truth

There in the space just outside his face convex or concave??....it didnt matter....was some light.....and the world was still real.... as long as he could focus..... whenever he decided it was necessary to prove it was out there......the world, the room, the walls encircled by the feel of his temples.....he could reach out with his hand and touch them......they were real.....yes......thats right.......they had to be........it wasnt what he was thinking before...... a lie he had told himself....that everything was a dream because dreams, he had realized, were not always good and in fact were very quite scary and very quite terrifying in fact..... the whole world might disappear before his very eyes .......and he would shrink down to the tiniest molecule teetering in infinite empty darkness...... Infinite being nothing to play games about.......no sir.......its not a dream he liked to have.........so forget about dreams....... and feel the strength of the tabletop and the chairs.......solid, hard, cold furniture........YES..........a coffee cup......this was the only world.......this would do just fine.