God has to have a sense of humor.
Not a mean one, but a funny one. One that teaches you lessons, if God has meaning.
But what if the memory is just what we put out. As a self narration we existed and we exist. It could lead a man to good pain and nutrition.
I found myself a window pane and wrote beside the doors. I filled the room with my love. Observations and interactions as concurrent with human nature, animal nature, horticultural nature, and Life, and the like.
I wrote myself a song to fill the air. I wrote myself a song meant to be only fair.
I wrote myself a song.