Have you ever thought that this world and everything you see in it, including yourself, is an illusion of some old, dying mind? Recently, i finished reading a novel, called "Twilight". A-a-and, no, it's not that fairy tale about shining vampires and all that shEt.
In this Twilight, story goes around some Spanish-Russian Translator. He takes job to translate an old, spanish traveling journal of some Spanish conquistador, that was traveling into the deepest forests of Central America, somewhere around XV centuries. The conquistador was sent to retrieve some ancient Mayan manuscripts. As the story goes, the Translator begins to recieve horrifing visions and guests from the Mayan myths and legends. Golems, Mayan Werejaguar'ish demon and ect. So, the protagonist almost gives up, trying to keep at least some remnants of his sanity, but then he meets the guy, who was senting him the chapters of that Spanish journal. The guy, as it turns out, was Itzamna, one fo the main gods of the Mayan panteon. Or atleast he's reffering to himself as such. The truth is (MAJOR SPOILER ALERT), that this old man is just some ordinary old man, dying because of the brain cancer, but he's being plugged into life supporting system, that keeps him alive, injecting him with morphine everytime he got another seizure. So this guy creates the imaginary world in his subconsciousness consisting of memories of his life. And the protagonist is revealed to be just another fantom of the dying man's mind. And the sole purpose of the protagonist, was to tell the old man, what to do now, and how to accept the fact of the immenent death. The story ends, as the guy peacefully dies (at least, i belive it was implied) in the real world, and so does his imaginary world, as the Protagonist ends up sitting on top of his house and looking at the gloomy grey horizon, awaiting the sun, that will never rise again.
The point is - i just thought, maybe, everything around us, and we as well, are just merely an imaginary game of some old dying god like bieng. 'Cause in the novel, it was mentioned, that "When the god is sick, so does his world, and should the God die, so will his creations...". All this wars, natural cataclysms, that is happening around the world, is none other, than a seizures, caused by the cancer in the body of the Creator. And so this is what inspired me to draw this one piece of sh... picture. Or, perhaps, you can take that as another meme joke like "Mr. Stark, i don't feel so good..."

If you interested, the novel was written by Dmitry Glukhovsky, and is called "Twilight" as i mentioned before. A very nice book to spend your time on.