Thoughts of an unmotivated glam rocker

What's up guys? I'm just sitting here eating one of my favorite things in the world: buffalo chicken strips. Sometimes the eating of buffalo chicken makes me ponder life. Tonight I am thinking about night. Isn't it so weird how day becomes night and vice versa? What if this phenomenon is something completely different from what scientists are telling us? Sure saying that the world's rotation causes it is a very logical explanation, but I can't help but think that there's more to it than they're letting on. What if what we see as a planet is really something else; something smaller in a much bigger system. A system that might be useful by something else. Maybe we are a cell in the brain of another organism that is so big we can't even process it. What if changes from day to night are nothing more than a cycle of dimensional changes that our world undergoes? Sometimes I think that this whole place is ran by other beings. Maybe aliens. Or maybe they're not aliens, maybe they're natives who have been here longer than us, and maybe they created us. It's hard not to see the similarities between humans and robots. We are all just biological robots, even down to the way our brains work. Information is downloaded, people are programmed certain ways. It's very strange. It's hard for me to live my life knowing there's so much mystery out there, and a possible harsh truth, and that I may never know really what it is. Maybe I should just keep eating buffalo chicken and figure it out.