I was people watching over dinner and a whimsical little thought came to my tired mind.

It wasn't a moment of epiphany nor enlightenment. Rather, a small realisation that, with every mouthful of my dinner, crept surreptitiously into my head.

Maybe we're all just manufactured

Maybe i'm just sleepy

O mighty Caesar! dost thou lie so low?
Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils,
Shrunk to this little measure?

Julius Caesar, Act 3, Scene 1