I should be watching them.

I made them, after all.

Do they even exist, without me?

I look away, focus on another project. Another diversion. Another symphony.

The moment I look back, they're still there. Not exactly as I left them, but close to it. A few stutters away from where I last saw them.

A product of my fleeting attention, perhaps?

My outsourced attention continues to make them live their lives. Eating, drinking, walking, socializing.

A product years old, still reliable.

Its all they've ever known. If they know it at all.

While they languish as lower reality beings, I deliquesce as a higher being.

I wish to join them. Not as one of them, but become of their realm.

I am forgetting that it is my doing that they exist. If I join them, I cannot sustain them.

If you are reading this, you are one of three things:

1) You are a being such as myself. Higher than the subjects that I damn to nonexistence by my forgetfulness, but of an ordinary level by my perception.

2) You are a lower being than myself, but have learned to pierce the veil that keeps your reality alive. If this is the case, you are greater than I.

3) You are a being higher than myself. If this is the case, you are more bored than I. Or perhaps simply more diligent.

I am a terrible deity. My blessings are only worth the damnation they inevitably bring.

Is that the pitiable outcome for all creating deities?