At first I thought they were just words, just more blah blah, but one question led to another, and to another, and to another, and to another until at some point the language itself dissolved into doubt and I was no longer sure where I was, or why, or when it was, or who I was, or what I believed, or why I believed anything at all, and I awoke totally lost and speechless in an infinite and profound mystery, and that's when he opened the mystic door to the realm I had imagined to be only myth—and, when he beckoned, though I was scared, I stepped through, and then everything, everything changed, changed utterly, and there was no going back, not ever, no, not ever again.