How do you know you’re NOT God?

I once had this beautiful basil plant growing on my kitchen window. And I absolutely loved it! I took such great care of it.

I always made sure it had enough water. Not too much, not too little, just the right amount. I’d move it around so it’d get enough sunlight. Not too much, not too little, just enough. The temperature was always perfect around it. Not too cold, not too hot, just right. I’d get it the best soil, add the best fertilizer and spritz it with minerals.

I worked so hard to keep it happy, I sometimes wondered if it even knows I exist! As far as it was concerned — I was God! And if it did know I exists, and if it did think I was God, did it realize that the reason I was taking such good care of it is that I was slowly eating it?