Out of the habit of talking I became a theist. I began talking to my God and found
that incidents were not incidents,
they were miracles.
Dreams were not merely dreams,
they were signs.
Thus, gradually, I became a devotee.
Out of the habit of talking, I made him a lover.
I imagined him, taking care of me and loving me back.
[Illusions after illusions,
maze after maze,
turned me into
an another being.]
Illusions became truth.
Maze will become the way to infinity.
Now, I am someone else, who is a believer.
But who I am, or who I will be.
There is no end to turning us into another. We are never truly ourselves.
We are who we will be.
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