The Great Incarnation

He was alone. Abandoned. Without even the grace of a name. Yet destiny smiled upon him. A monk passed him guided only by sheer coincidence. The monk knew as soon as their eyes met. This child was anything but ordinary. As if he was nudged by the forces of the world. The monk spoke the name Daigon. The child of only three months repeated his words with glee. Thus the monk bestowed upon him a name and a place to call home. Years passed and the child turned into a youth. From a young age, he was determined to find out why. Why had he been abandoned? He knew that only if he was strong would he be able to find out why. But the reality was not so kind. Months passed and he couldn’t cultivate no matter how hard he tried. The monk told him it was hopeless and so his dreams of the future were shattered. He knew he was going to die never knowing why.