Memory Exists Only in the Fallible Mind

I lie awake in a fit of thought,
wondering, "Will it persist without me?
Will I persist without it?"
Who is to say?
Is my mind merely a window,
or a cement foundation?
Is my body simply a slave?
God is responsible for my creation,
and I am responsible for God.
We are each other's children.
Like any loving parent, He
has sacrificed himself for me,
lying now in eternal slumber,
never to be disturbed.
I have taken advantage of Him,
yet He is serene.

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