God's Book of Paintings

An Aztec song:

With flowers You paint, O Giver of Life!
With songs You give color, with songs you give life on the earth.
Later you will destroy eagles and tigers: we live only in your painting here, on the earth.
With black ink you will blot out all that was friendship, brotherhood, nobility.
You give shading to those who will live on the earth...
we live only in Your book of paintings, here on the earth.

What a thought: 

while on earth we live only in God's book of paintings,  beloved creations in his portfolio.  Which implies that God keeps the good paintings and those that don't hold up or perform so well, shaded (and shaped?) on earth until we are blotted out by black ink. 

I would prefer to think that we are blotted out by white ink, consumed by light. 

Either way, not erased.