It is always good to know that in writing you just have to know the first word. The rest usually follows from then on. I decided my first word for the day to be ‘apple’. It is round in shape and when spoken out loud, sounds evenly balanced between vowels and consonants. Of course, the logical word to follow after ‘apple’ could well be ‘Granny Smith’ or even ‘Lady Pink’. I thought to try and associate ‘Eve” to the apple.
You sometimes wonder how a modern version of Adam and Eve would turn out. The eager acceptance by Adam of Eve’s apple was the beginning of the end really. I mean, the apple was just a decoy for a many folded love secret kept well hidden by a cunning Eve. She knew it would be irresistible to Adam, transfixed as he was from then on her litheness while sliding from the tree in that garden of Eden. It worked its charm but with devastating results. It became complicated. I mean, who would have thought it would result in the painting of the Sistine Chapel’s ceiling by Michael Angelo?
Was Eve all that innocent and still virginal with that offer of an apple, or was that apple loaded with venom, spite and revenge? A trick to get more little Adams and Eves roaming that lush park of flowing creeks, some sparse shrubs and sharp thistles. To lure him within her, sate him, empty to oblivion and so much nothingness?
On the other hand, did Adam not see the serpent with glistening eyes also slithering from that same tree. He could have given the apple to the snake instead of grabbing it himself. He had a choice!
It is all now so complicated and so much water under the bridge. I have also yielded to temptation and gone over to white bread. The birdseed wholemeal version has lost out. Forgive me daddy, I am nothing but a failure! I also broke a promise to take on smoking again at sixty five having given it up some decades earlier. It was the only thing that I could think of as a reward for giving it up. I failed a few times but none so badly as not having kept my promise to take it up again when I turned sixty five.
It is too late now. No going back or suffering regrets. Je ne regrette rien.
Going back to lithesome Eve. I would have cut the apple and offered her half. Furthermore,I would look Eve in the eye and, after a few communal bites, while sauntering around the garden, offering a few words of my own ask her then kindly,… your place or mine…?
hph said:
I always wondered… Why apple? Why not an orange or a banana? Well, maybe not a banana because you can not sit on a banana leaf. 🙂
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Big M said:
Perhaps it was something more exotic, guava, avocado??
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hph said:
Now that’s adam and steve territory Big M and I have no idea !
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algernon1 said:
Question is did they eat it/them?
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hph said:
Let’s put this question to Reverend Fred Nile and get his response. 🙂
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Big M said:
I was just reading that Pat Robertson has stayed straight by using an ‘anti-sodomite necklace’. Thank Christ for that, no fundamentalist, homosexual TV evangelists!
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algernon1 said:
No I think steve would like something more exotic than an apple
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hph said:
Pat put ‘it’ around his neck did he? Now that’s funny 🙂
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Big M said:
Interesting that the only thing between a TV evangelist and gayness is a necklace!
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algernon1 said:
Perhaps a string of guava’s around his neck.
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vivienne29 said:
It is just a made up story Gerard. Not to be taken seriously.
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gerard oosterman said:
Yes, that’s what I thought too. Why sit in an olive tree holding an apple? It seems odd.
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Therese Trouserzoff said:
Putting the hard word on Granny Smith – eww, I just felt a little uneasy with that mental picture 🙂
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gerard oosterman said:
At least the map of Tasmania is real, even though one sometimes needs a GPS to find one’s way.
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Therese Trouserzoff said:
I’m supporting old growth forests, Gez. Can I count you in ?
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gerard oosterman said:
Sure, but let’s also ban Round-Up weed killer.
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Big M said:
I’ve been down the middle, and up the sides, I just love Tasmania!
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algernon1 said:
Plenty of deforestation in Tasmania though.
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Big M said:
It’s easy to get wood in Tasmania.
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Lehan Ramsay said:
Some rich nobleman has a garden. Two young peasants climb into it. They steal an apple. He demands their firstborn. Rapunzel. Rumpelstiltskin.
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Lehan Ramsay said:
And I bet you those old stories are older than the biblical version.
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Lehan Ramsay said:
She has to spin cloth. For the King. In the Tower. In some version she gets out. In some versions she doesn’t. In some versions it seems she becomes the old woman who kills another younger woman. Sleeping Beauty. Snow White. I suppose she might be Nature, too.
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gerard oosterman said:
Of course the Queen is in the castle eating bread and honey.
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Lehan Ramsay said:
The point is not that they are indecipherable stories but that you are not allowed to decipher them. Essential Authoritarianism.
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gerard oosterman said:
I thought as much too, and have for many years.
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sandshoe said:
jack and Jill could be Adam and Eve just too much carrying too many pails of water up and down the hill. Someone always has to do something wrong to get Sin. That might seem an elemental suggestion, but state what the pathway is.
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