I’m eating my delicious Fuji, thinking about the green bible, and adam, and eve, and the apple, and the snake, and being cast out of the garden. I feel very out of the garden today. I worry that eating my apples during the day will result in lots of negative posts about dungeons and boredom and impatience, when I don’t feel like that most of the time. I’m actually giddy with excitement and joy most of the time. I just feel a little antsy at work is all. I might try and take the approach that these magic apples can take me anywhere I want to go. Right now I want to go back to the garden.
I’m not a religious person at all, in fact the first church service I ever attended was about 6 years ago. This green bible, it intrigues me. From what I hear, the passages that relate to preserving and protecting mother earth are highlighted (in green of course!) and there are forwards from leading conservationists and scientists. I’ve always want to read the bible, after all, I am a member of a country steeped in that old thymey religion and the least I could do was to familiarize myself with the stories. If nothing else, I’d be much better at trivia.
I was listening to a segment about said green bible on NPR and they mentioned a potential reinterpretation of the role of the apple in the garden of eden. Was it a warning to humans not to abuse their natural resources? Maybe my discontent stems from humans being too obsessed with grinding up and mutilating all the happy, lovely stuff on earth in order to make grey, square, plastic cubicles for me to sit in, bored and uninspired, wishing I was frolicking in the real, unaltered stuff.
Yeah yeah, I know this argument is a dead end road. Yes, I have a longer life expectancy and a more leisurely life, I love my leisure, believe me, I really understand and appreciate it. I understand that my forefathers had only wood and rocks to eat and they slaved away 32 hours a day in the dark, dank mines, hundreds of miles below the earth, just so they could put a few grains on the table, some twigs on the fire, and get enough thread to darn the socks. Now fresh socks just come to me in the mail if I want them. poof! New socks! And a shiny new apple corer! And a cookbook dedicated to apple dishes! All these glorious things just show up at my door! But maybe we just tend to go too far, no? Maybe we could just throttle back a bit.
Can you tell I haven’t slept in 2 days? Insomnia. Guess I need to wear myself out on a hamster wheel or something. Better go order one off the intertron (eric’s word).
Oh yeah, the apple was flipping fantastic. Whatever magic futuro-scientist grafted together the fuji gets a big, wet kiss from me.