He came to me in my sleep, and said, I am your God.
I am distracted, blinded by the dazzle. The words do not escape my lips. I did not utter them. But I did not need to.
Still, he knew. He said, I am your God and you are the Purpose of this Universe.
What is my Purpose? I ask him in my head. This throbbing ache within me, in my heart, is almost more than I can bear. I have lost sight of my Purpose. Please help me if you say you are God.
I am your God. Not God.
Still, I question myself. I don’t really know.