D'Arcy J.M. Cain

About me

Welcome to my personal home page. I am married to Carol L. Cain and live in an RV in McGregor, ON in the summer and travel south in the winter. We have no children but we have sponsored children overseas through Foster Parents Plan of Canada.

We also used to foster cats for Toronto Cat Rescue, an organization associated with Project Jessie of Animal Alliance.

I play guitar, bass and, to varying degrees of competence, harmonica, keyboard and drums. In the sixties I had a band called The Purple Moss. We never played anywhere but my basement and only played the one song, Louie, Louie. In the eighties I revived my music "career" and have formed and joined various bands. More information on my music can be found on my music page.

I am a computer programmer. I was a partner in Vybe Networks Inc.. I have since bought it outright with my wife, Carol. I enjoy travelling with my wife.

That's an old picture of me. Hover over it to see what I look like now.

In case you need me next week, here's my schedule.

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A Fortune

Well, he thought, since neither Aristotelian Logic nor the disciplines
of Science seemed to offer much hope, it's time to go beyond them...
Drawing a few deep even breaths, he entered a mental state practiced
only by Masters of the Universal Way of Zen. In it his mind floated freely,
able to rummage at will among the bits and pieces of data he had absorbed,
undistracted by any outside disturbances. Logical structures no longer
inhibited him. Pre-conceptions, prejudices, ordinary human standards vanished.
All things, those previously trivial as well as those once thought important,
became absolutely equal by acquiring an absolute value, revealing relationships
not evident to ordinary vision. Like beads strung on a string of their own
meaning, each thing pointed to its own common ground of existence, shared by
all. Finally, each began to melt into each, staying itself while becoming
all others. And Mind no longer contemplated Problem, but became Problem,
destroying Subject-Object by becoming them.
Time passed, unheeded.
Eventually, there was a tentative stirring, then a decisive one, and
Nakamura arose, a smile on his face and the light of laughter in his eyes.
-- Wayfarer