Well…I guess it’s possible, but I’m going to go out on a limb and say you’re not God.
As well you should, because the question isn’t meant to be directed at others, it’s meant to be directed at yourself. Am I God? Is everything around me an illusion? It’s a question that’s easily dismissed, but not easily answered. One could argue that I can’t possibly be God, because if I was God then the world wouldn’t look like this, the world would be wonderful, and peaceful, and perfect. So obviously I can’t be God, at least not the world’s idealized version of God, who’s all-powerful, and all-knowing, and all-loving. But perhaps no such God exists. Perhaps there’s only me. Imperfect, inadequate, and uncertain. Who only hopes, or imagines, or questions if such a God exists. For how else am I to explain what I am, and where I came from? Yet everyone seems so sure, that God is like this or that, or that my existence is just the result of the serendipitous laws of physics and the vagaries of chance. But perhaps it’s not God nor physics that created the world and I, but rather I who created them. Perhaps I really do live in an observer created reality, and this is exactly what such a reality would look like. Not perfect. Not flawless. But subject to the same cognitive dissonance that consciousness itself is subject to.
To be honest I don’t know, but it’s not a pointless question, it’s a profoundly important one. For if there’s no one here to judge me, then the standards by which I choose to live are mine and mine alone. I can choose to be cruel, and indifferent, and vindictive…or I can choose to be compassionate, and understanding, and merciful. The choice is mine. It’s not tempered by the promise of reward nor the threat of punishment. It’s a simple, honest, personal choice, based upon what I want me to be. Not upon what some theist wants me to be, or their God wants me to be, but only upon what I want me to be.
To me there’s something far nobler in choosing to do the right thing, not because you have to, but because you want to. Theists can choose to believe in God and I’m perfectly fine with that, but when one uses there beliefs as a means to judge others, simply because their beliefs are different, then I’m not so sympathetic. We’re all searching for what to believe, and no matter how fervently you believe that you’re right, simple human fallibility dictates that you treat others as if you might be wrong.
Okay, so maybe I’m not God. And maybe it’s a silly idea. I don’t know. But all that I really want, is for others to accept that when it comes to what they believe, they might not know either.