A Dog Headed Eunuch

What is it about forbidden fruit that draws us to it like moths to a flame? Why do we lust after what we don’t have and ignore the things we have? Why does the grass seem to be just a little greener on the other side of the fence?

I don’t blame Adam and Eve for taking a bite of that apple. Yes, God told them not to, but He just assumed that Adam and Eve would listen to Him. Any parent worth their salt knows that you have to watch the kids all of the time and that they rarely listen. That apple must have seemed so enticing hanging there all sweet, juicy and delicious. I can only assume that all that they had eaten up until this point would have been various grains, nuts, berries and the odd time some manna from heaven. Sure it’s a healthy diet, but you have to have some fun food too.

If God had really wanted to punish them, he wouldn’t have tossed them out of the Garden of Eden together. It would have been a far more effective punishment if God had created another guy to stay with Eve who had absolutely no interest in her at all. Adam should have been tossed out with a beautiful, interesting woman that had no interest in him at all, even if he were the last man in the world.

We all suffer from Garden of Edenitis from time to time. For me it is often for tools that I know I will never use or things that I have no idea what they do at all. Sometimes I think I would like to have a bigger jim-jab or quotsis, with a felt lined case.

I am actually pretty happy with what I have in life. I would like those around me to be happier and for them to acquire all they desire. Mind you, I have heard that for some it isn’t the acquisition of things that appeals, but the search for that perfect item. I wish them all well, but happiness doesn’t come in a box, it comes once you mount that big screen TV on the wall.

I’m kind of torn about this whole idea. I am just a little worried that once we as humans have all that we desire; there is nothing left for us to live for. The worst part of that of course is that by all accounts you can’t take your stuff with you when you die. What kind of bullshit is that? I spend all of my life getting everything organized just the way I like it, being surrounded by wonderful, interesting items and in the moment between “now” and “next” it is all taken from me. Not fair!

Well, I just won’t die, that’s all there is to it. No one can agree what happens once you expel your last breath, other than you expel it without any of your stuff. The Egyptians couldn’t believe it either and they surrounded themselves with all of their worldly goods so that when they arrived at a final destination they could set up housekeeping.

Maybe I should look into worshiping a sun god or a dog headed eunuch. It can’t hurt to have the information…