Is this a page?
But maybe not. For what exactly is a page, anyway? Are we really sure what a page is? Sure, it's an arrangment of electrons that you think you are reading, but we should question what this thing "reading" is also and if it really happens without moving our lips at the same time. Just as we should wonder if there is a "you" and "we", not including the giant invisible space wallabys looking over our possibly nonexistent shoulders. And just what is a question, anyway?
Perhaps it is all just a dream and we should be waking up right now with a bowl of ice cream in front of us. Or are we just a figment of the imagination of some giant invisible space wallaby momentarily stunned by brain freeze from eating ice cream? It is still comforting to know that in some part of the multiverse, I am already eating ice cream and not having to share it with some wallaby.