Purpose lost, purpose regained

The other day, frustrated, confused, I sat down to try and clarify what I knew.I am conscious, I wrote.That's something about which I am certain. It cannot be an illusion, because if it was, then there would have to be something that experienced that illusion. And that something would have to be conscious.I might be confused about what the "I" was that conscious, I added. But something certainly was conscious.What next?Did I have a purpose?I thought for a while. Either I had a purpose and I did not know what it was, I wrote, or I had no purpose and had to create one for myself.I spent time thinking about that. Far, too much time. And then I remembered: I've been here before. And before that. And a year before that.Same answer, every time. My purpose is the purpose of the universe.Now really, how can I forget that I have a purpose? And how can I forget what it is?