I am God.
I was nothing and then I became.
Out of a thread of hope and compassion flowing in the vast
nothingness, I am God.

And I made them. I created them and wrapped them in me. And
that was all there was.
And he was the first to be born. He was blessed with all the
love I could give him.
I can still feel the power of the love I got back, but
mostly I remember his dreams.
They were not the story-like dreams people have today, a
thought, wrapped in years of civilization. His dreams were
me. A thread of hope and compassion flowing in the vast
nothingness. He was created in my image, because there was
no other image for him to take. I needed him in my world.

A second one was born, but not into a world of God, but into
the world of man. A world of culture and song of life and
knowledge. A world made distant to me by language, which
stung my being with its crudeness and sharp edges.
And he was a fine specimen of humanity. He was a singer, a
thinker, a leader. His thoughts were formed with steel-like
fortitude, fighting, sealed to the world I gave him.
And my world followed him. Animals could feel the power of
his stand.

I am Cain, son of God, the beloved one.
I was born deaf and blinded by his love. The world around me
is a blur.
I was thought of and made in Eden and I was built to live
there, in his world.
My parents had built for me a small sheltered garden, with
seeds they had taken from the old place. This is where I
grew.
I am a creator, like him. And like him, I create it all in
my head. I can make my world grow and I play with it. I made
him a flower so beautiful, it took all my heart and my mind
to be formed.

And a second one was born. He came into my world in a
heart-breaking crush. He moved so fast I could only see a
vague image appearing and disappearing. His words made my
ears burn. He chiseled the rocks and he reshaped the earth
and he burned the meat. The smell of creation burning made
me sick.

I was fading. My world was getting smaller. I was inside my
head, inside my shelter, but he, my brother, was there too.
I could not see the flower I had made him anymore. I could
only see black and white thunder-like worms crawling inside
my head. I had to push him away. I had to make him go. He
was sent into the nothingness. He will not be a part of my
world.

I am God, I am fear, I am death.
I remember seeing in his mind the moment of the sending. I
remember his dreams before that, but I did not know what
they were. I did not know his feelings, he had created them,
they were not a part of my world. They are the work of man.
I remember their strength, their power, but I could do
nothing. Now, as they were his, they are inside me too.

He is not mine anymore. He is alone. I wanted to embrace
him. I could not. I tried touching him, loving him, but I
was burnt. My touch was pushed back by his world. Where he
touched me, I was left with a scar. I am alone.

I am Cain and I am a man. I am alone in my world.
I see no world outside, and in my head is the nothingness.

I did not know what I was doing. I am alone. I wanted his
love, his compassion, his touch. All I got was a scar.