Feelings
The Choice
By Emmanuelle
The first woman was lifted from the bone of the first man. She was risen full-bodied and grown. When her maker led her to him from whom she came, instinctively they must have felt the connection, of same flesh same bones. They must have knotted their brows with the unasked question in their eyes when, in a language all their own, the maker told them that from thence on, they were a couple.
What emotional bond bound the first couple in the first few days of the very beginning of life? What if there was no love beyond blood kinship between the two, not even a developing in the offing? And what if, in the proceeding days, they came not to like the other? What if there sprung indifference, a dislike, a nauseous loathing between them? What if she complained to her maker: OMG, pardon the expression Sir, but I feel more liking for the dear four-legged creature that walked beside the man. It looks less fearsome with those gentle eyes and eco-friendly branches growing from its head.
Her Maker must have been appalled: Woman, that creature beside the man is a deer, and dear, it was not meant for you.
So, maybe that was the second or third of their absence of a choice. She was made for him. They were meant to be the first couple, and having met, to mate thenceforth. Nowhere was it written the couple was meant to tend to the garden forever and to provide the other with mere soulmatey company.
But wait, was it their maker’s one and only original plan to make them the origins of many free-from-original-sin children?
Or was their being the origins of the many not free-from-original-sin children not an accident waiting to happen? That all that lightning and thunder after they bit into the apple was no consequence but part of a script, and that the talkative snake was just an actor doing his bit in that script?
What if the moment of their fall from grace when everything that was full of grace suddenly was not, was never a deviation from the script, but was actually part of the script? Was their fall from grace a matter of their making the wrong choice, or of their lack of a choice? If they chose to snub the talkative snake, would the couple still be roaming languorously there in their maker’s garden, ageless and worry-free, His favorite creations above everything else botanic and zoologic?
And having kept themselves spotless from sin, what about us then? Would there be nothing of us, we wee weak mortals?
And so, before I zonk out dizzy and crazy, let me share you a sinful thought: I am sure no one of us do not really mind if you and I were made possible because of a bad choice made by our origins the longest time ago. I surely do not.
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