I am only as real as you choose to make me. Fleshing the bones on my two-dimensional skelton in your perceptions. Clothing that flesh in your opinions. Placing your creation upon the stage to watch it dance for your amusement. The play's score of derision playing counterpoint to the toy's cavorting. Your reality is as you make it as is mine, know this and know it well, I am not the only one upon the stage.