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.
... coz Believing is Experiencing !