NETCAIN

Message of all Days

In the forest, in the battle-field, in the midst of enemies, or waters, or fire,

in the great ocean or on the top of the mountain,

whether one is sleeping, or intoxicated, or in any danger,

the meritorious actions of the past alone protect a man.

If a man has the merits of the past,

the terrifying forest becomes his capital city;

all the people of the world become his citizens;

the entire earth with its aggregate treasures of gems and diamonds

becomes his.

Therefore always one should perform noble deeds which bestow merits.

Good evening, this one's name is Cain, a modern day hermit and this domain its personal website. I'll refer to it by me, myself and I from now on for the sake of convenience. Life is a dream dreamed by no one. You are not real. I am not real. The clerk copying invoices, the poet scribbling verses, the drunk in the corner of the tavern—all of us are fictions, fleeting and illusionary. And yet, I'll act as if it's all real anyway.

I am also borderline mentally retarded, don't know how to write and may have self-induced psychosis. Forgive me if I come across as incoherent.