“The reality I have for you is in the form you give to me, but that is real for you, not for me.In the same way the reality you have for me is in the form I give to you. But that is real for me, not for you. And for me I have no other reality except the one
in the form I manage to give to myself. And how? Build me and make me up, indeed.
Ah, do you believe it is possible to build only structure? I keep building my facade everyday, and you do the same with your face. And the building itself lasts until the material of our feelings crumbles and as long as the hard concrete of our will stands. And why do you believe the firmness of the will and the perseverance of the feelings are suggested to you?
That’s because it just falters a little, and these feelings change a bit, like you could say goodbye to your reality!
We immediately notice the reality was nothing, but our own illusion.”

L. Pirandello