Well, I certainly exist. Cogito ergo sum, as Descartes said. I think, therefore I am.
But there is no way I can know that any of you lot exist: you might be just characters in a dream I'm having.
In fact, I might not be an earthling at all, but a ten-foot jelly on Mars dreaming of living on a planet called Earth. As with all dreams, their contents seem quite rational - until you wake up. It might be that my Martian friends and I will have a laugh at the idea of a race of creatures who manage to walk, even run, on two stalks without falling over, whose lives are dominated by little chips which are supposed to hold huge amounts of information and whose space probes say that Mars is uninhabited!
I just don't know. And I never will - unless I do wake up...