Once upon a time, in a garden far, far away, lived a man, and his wife … …
They lived in tranquil, lush surrounds of abundance, were beasts roam placidly in the sonorous wild, disaffected and contented. One particularly fine day the woman, Eve, came across the path of a serpent.
3 Now the serpent was more subtil than any beast of the field which the LordGod had made. And he said unto the woman, Yea, hath God said, Ye shall not eat of every tree of the garden? 2 And the woman said unto the serpent, We may eat of the fruit of the trees of the garden: 3 But of the fruit of the tree which is in the midst of the garden, God hath said, Ye shall not eat of it, neither shall ye touch it, lest ye die. 4 And the serpent said unto the woman, Ye shall not surely die: 5 For God doth know that in the day ye eat thereof, then your eyes shall be opened, and ye shall be as gods, knowing good and evil.
Good luck with that:
6 And when the woman saw that the tree was good for food, and that it was pleasant to the eyes, and a tree to be desired to make one wise, she took of the fruit thereof, and did eat, and gave also unto her husband with her; and he did eat.
Or, in more colloquial terms:
Adam and Eve, so conservative, strolled around the garden.
Eve ate of fruit, as did Adam to boot;
And with no “I beg your pardon”.
It’s no time to be flippant, because we know how that story ends.
And so the end of one story marks the beginning of the next. And so begins the story of man and woman, a journey of coming to terms with themselves and their creator and punctuated, as it turns out, 4000 years hence, by the embodied revelation of God in man.
Adam and Eve, by Tintoretto [Wikimedia Commons]