Questioning the reliability of material sense

Is It Really What It Appears to Be?

One morning at four thirty I woke up and noticed that the hall light was still burning. The last of our two sons to come home always turned out the light. That night one of them had taken the car and the other gone on foot. From the window I could see the parked car, so I knew the son who had gone in it was home, but where was the other? I lay in bed until six o'clock, praying to quiet my concern.

Suddenly a thought occurred to me, "Are you sure he's not home?" Checking their bedroom I found them both sound asleep!

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