Poetry Challenge: Erased

I am curious what you think this poem is about when you read it. Can you figure this out?

One day, I was alone and stilled and content - I needed not thus did I want not.
I simply, was and life was plenary.
Then one day, something moved within me that was like unto the coming together of fire and ice - like unto the very birthing of water.
There was something new present - something fluid and at last, I was moved.
Me, indeed, me! I - was - moved!
Now, I was on the verge of having what must have been my first original though: I Am.
With the recognition that there was something else came the definition of myself and with that came purpose.
This was foreign to me - this "purpose" thing.
It was burdensome, tiring and trying but it was new to me at first and it felt good.
I began to realize myself, one attribute at a time.
Who knew I could do all of these things?!
My purpose was simply to act - to not sit still anymore - to not be alone anymore - to find contentment in company rather than within the singular solidarity I had always known.
I was moved and so I moved.
I acted and I produced and I conceived and I created and...I was strong.
And one day I realized that I could cast light into the darkness - onto the world about me that I had never explored and I did just that.
I was petrified.
I realized that there were many - always, there were many.
Overwhelmed by the realization of my own state of oblivion, I was stilled again.
Then I realized something.
My light was moving something within them and they too were awakening from their isolation.
Like a child who knows no better, I approached, fearlessly and only wanting to know.
I extended my hand and I brought them fully into the light with me and I told them what I had discovered for myself: We Are.
Then they too began to act and to realize and I watched and participated then grew weary and slept.
For a while they stayed with me - even as I slumbered but they were new and curious and sought to know.
When I arose, I was alone, rested but no longer content.
I would like to stop moving now.
I screamed into the emptiness at the one who must have cast light unto me in the beginning, "I would like to stop moving now"!
No response.
It seems everything was erased but me and my memories and I sat alone in this empty space - aware of it.