What am I?
What am I? What defines the nature of my composition? What is my existence?
It finally dawned on me the answer to this question.
I AM A MATHEMATICAL CONSTRUCT.
Think of a very tortuously complex equation, one that defies being written down. A unique equation that will endure forever, beyond the end of the universe.
Alas, at the conclusion of the substrate upon which this equation executes, it will be “lost” to the universe, but not “gone”, anymore than the concept of any mathematical expression is “gone” just because it’s forgotten. The principle remains true even though the prepresentation has been lost.
And such am I. And you. And everyone. All unique equations. Immortalized in concept beyond the end of time, beyond the end of comprehension, beyond the end of eternity.