En kul historia, som inte på något sätt är ett gudsbevis, men tankeväckande. Har snott den från en annan gitarrsajt. Håll tillgodo gott folk.

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``Solipsist'' by Fredric Brown
Walter B. Jehovah, for whose name I make no apology since it really was his
name, had been a solipsist all his life. A solipsist, in case you don't
happen to know the word, is one who believes that he himself is the only
thing that really exists, that other people and the universe in general
exist only in his imagination, and that if he quit imagining them, they
would cease to exist.

One day, Walter B. Jehovah became a practicing solipsist. Within a week, his
wife had run away with another man, he'd lost his job as a shipping clerk
and he had broken his leg chasing a black cat to keep it from crossing his
path.

He decided, in a hospital, to end it all.

Looking out the window, staring up at the stars, he wished them out of
existence, and they weren't there anymore. Then he wished all other people
out of existence, and the hospital became strangely quiet, even for a
hospital. Next the world, and he found himself suspended in a void. He got
rid of his body quite easily and then took the final step of willing himself
out of existence.

Nothing happened.

Strange, he thought, can there be a limit to solipsism?

"Yes," a voice said.

"Who are you??" Walter B. Jehovah asked.

"I am the one who created the universe which you have just willed out of
existence. And now that you have taken my place"---there was a deep
sigh---"I can finally cease my own existence, find oblivion, and let you
take over."

"But---how can I cease to exist? That's what I'm trying to do, you know."

"Yes, I know," said the voice. "You must do it the same way I did. Create a
universe. Wait until someone in it really believes what you believed and
wills it out of existence. Then you can retire and let him take over.
Good-bye now."

And the voice was gone. Walter B. Jehovah was alone in the void an there was
only one thing he could do. He created the heaven and the earth.

It took him seven days.

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--- Fredric Brown (1954)