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PARADISE
4004BC
Then the Lord God said, ‘Behold, the man has become like one of Us, to
know good and evil. And now, lest he put out his hand and take also of the
tree of life, and eat, and live forever’—therefore the Lord God sent him out
of the garden of Eden to till the ground from which he was taken. So He
drove out the man; and He placed cherubim at the east of the garden of
Eden, and a flaming sword which turned every way, to guard the way to the
tree of life.
Genesis 3:22-24
IN THE BEGINNING
At first, I loved him. How beautiful he was in those days.
There he stood: legs planted wide in the rich soil of our Paradise. Hands
on hips, his muscled arms firm and knotted as a young fig tree. His hair fell
shining, raven-feathered, to his shoulders. His dark eyes beckoned.
The musty, coupling scent of him unmoored me. He made me giddy.
And I, him, I suppose.
At first.
When did it start? It seemed to come out of the blue. But now I see the
signs I brushed away, as ripples on the surface of a pool, sending them far
from me, as if that would be the end of it. The fool I was! How could I not
know they would come surging back, a hundredfold!
He started to have ideas.
He watched me watering the grainfields with the rain I had stored that was
plentiful and sufficient.
‘If we dig here,’ he said, ‘we can channel groundwater. We needn’t wait
for the rain. We will direct the water towards the wheatfield and master it. I
shall call it irrigation and it will be good.
‘As for your hoeing,’ he said, as I broke the ground one day, ‘it is too
slow. We shall hitch a curved and sharpened stick to an ox to bear the
burden. I shall call it a plough.’ He nodded sagely. ‘And it will be good.’
‘We shall tally our labour,’ he observed, as I weeded the Garden. ‘When
there are more of us – I have a feeling there will be more of us!’ He winked.
‘We shall exchange our work, surplus food and so forth with a worthy item
as a symbol of its value. I shall call it money—’
‘And it will be good?’
‘Don’t interrupt, Lilith. I’m talking.’
He paced the meadow, fretting. ‘We will need records of the money. We
shall make marks in wet clay, and those marks shall have meaning. When
the clay is fired, the meaning will be set forever, as if in stone.’
‘Like this?’
I showed him the marks I had carved on the rib bone of a goat. A calendar
for marking the coming and going of the moon, the wax and wane of my
own blood that tracked it.
‘No, not like that. Not like that at all.’ He frowned. ‘I shall call my marks
writing.’
He was dissatisfied with the bounty we had. He must have more of it. So,
he experimented, crossing the various trees in our Garden to create a new
fruit. After he noticed how the creatures in our care multiplied, it was the
same with the animals.
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