Every human being begins life in the Garden of Eden.
Wrapped in thorn-less vines of trust, blanketed in soft leaves of reassurance, shaded by a canopy of concealment, spoken to by friendly animals of imagination, and fed healthy fruits of love, the human being is quick to believe and slow to doubt. Censored words and sugar-coated life lessons are taught in every miracle. The human is led by the hand through a tour of this land of paradise in order to become accustomed to a lifestyle of freedom and fresh-air so that when the oxygen of confidence is cut off the human only suffers more. In order to get a taste of what can never be in a world full of crooked smiles and crooked men.
When the human begins processing all of the information accumulated over the trail-less tours, said human experiences the natural tendency to dissect and utilize the information. This causes the human to question. A misty haze of doubt fills the Garden. It becomes chokingly humid with swirling uncertainty and hesitation. Soon the human realizes that animals have teeth, plants have thorns, and bright lights have shadows. Even the soft trickle of the streams, echoing whispers of what used to be definite truth, becomes capable of a mortal death. The tour-guides who at one time spoke so softly suddenly utter words of heresy and corruption. Simple caresses of love that used to be so adoring turn into perverted threats. The life-lessons once tossed aside so carelessly with the reliance that they were not needed suddenly become a exotic and rare treasures.
And thus, by the use of acquired knowledge, the human being is determined unfit for Eden, and is banished forever. Returning is impossible, as fiery threats of condemnation prevent even the most dejected from reaching the once soothing Garden. Even after death, the Garden of Eden is out of reach.
Innocence is the lack of knowledge, as doubt is the use of knowledge.
Corruption is the misuse of knowledge, as redemption is the proper use of knowledge.
Humans are never completely capable of either, but in the center of the Garden is a tree nearly unrecognizable by the tallies kept count of.
 Pyrrhic Victini · Sat Apr 25, 2009 @ 06:13am · 0 Comments |
