Would you Adam and Eve it?

[In progress: to be completed when the state of "sobriety" is achieved.]

We never left the garden, so-called “paradise”, “Eden” - “but weren't we exiled because of Eve? the snake? the apple? the tree of knowledge?”

Now that I've got you're attention, let me suggest something controversial: where were Adam and Eve exiled to? Come on. Name the place; identify the geological location; longitude and latitude. “Well”, you say, “it doesn't mention it because the story is an allegory; a metaphor of sorts.” Good answer, I can tell you're not one of those literally fundamental fundamental literalists. However, that is not to say that the "story" doesn't allude to literal truths.

I'll explain. Why would the acquisition of knowledge be such a bad thing? Wrong - well, not quite on-target - question. Better: “What is it about knowledge that excludes you from the prior paradisaical state of naivete?” Much better: in putting the question that way we can begin to uncover what is hidden right before our eyes?

The devil is in the detail.

Heraclitus of Ephesus: "A hidden harmony is better than a visible," and, "whatever concerns seeing, hearing, and learning, I particularly honor, having before particularly honored the invisible."

Ever had one of those dreams - nightmares if you will - where you're in some kind of social situation only to suddenly realise you're wearing no clothes? If you never needed clothes, had no concept of their purpose, do you think you would still be capable of the same dream? Did Adam and Eve realise they were naked? Didn't the notion of shame coincide - "coincidentally" - with knowledge?

And, supposing, if they thought about it "post apple-gate” for long enough, might they not get used to it and, as long as no one was offended, be happy in their birthday suits and only dress when there was an agreed reason to? You see, that latter conundrum was edited out of The Bible.

“So what?”, you interject, “Are you advocating nudism?” “No”, I ejaculate, quickly clicking shut my web-browser, “I'm merely suggesting that you are naked beneath your clothing - naked and, yet, clothed.” Okay, okay, let's try a different brass tack: knowledge - in all its forms - just like clothes, is - are - artefacts. Man made. Intentional constructs. Purposeful. Created - cultivated - grown by the mind.

What is real? Imagine the human race is destroyed by some force that leaves all human artefacts created by civilization intact, except for two infant children, we'll call them “Adam” and “Eve” and let's call this post apocalyptic word “The Garden of Eden”. All the “infrastructure” of civilization exists, but is it real for them? It is not good enough to merely know something is there if you have no idea what it is - was - for?

The danger with knowledge is its objectification - the notion that it exists without a subject - somehow "out there" to be discovered. But knowledge requires active participation "subject to scrutiny" - to understand derives, etymologically speaking, from "to stand under", if you don't know what you're standing under then you don't know where you are.

Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me, and stop keeping them away, because the kingdom of heaven belongs to people such as these.”

Notice he doesn't say “heaven” - “paradise” - belongs to the children, but to “people such as these”.

The possibility of losing something is also the possibility of gaining it.

And vice versa.

Like innocence.

What value can you place on innocence if it is the product of ignorance?

Heaven belongs to the kingdom of balance.

Seesaw.

Now take your seat on the throne and don't get thrown.

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Desert preacher Pop-Pop put another pharmaceutical grade crystal rock into the mouth of his meth pipe.

Note denote note.

“Now fuck off and go name all the extinct animals.”

Postscript script.

Incidentally, I find it ironic that Eve is the one to take the initiative and to challenge authority. Eve is the Promethean feminist – to use an anachronism – and, if that makes her a harlot, I think it's time to embrace our “inner” harlot.