I met Cain again. A long time ago I was Cain, but then I made him run away from me. He's still running. I met him several times after that, but I think he never realised that he was speaking to me. He's always too concerned with anything that touches him. Always coming and going wearing different faces. His shadow is chasing him. He never raises his head and a part of his shadow covers his eyes, keeping him in the prison of his own thoughts, never seeing the light that comes form outside.
If you ever meet him, and you will... many times, tell him that I heard someone say: "Get busy living or get busy dying!"
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