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Topic: Beginnings (05/31/04)
TITLE: The Root of all Evil
By Emory May
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My grandparents learned they could communicate with the animals. The creatures did not speak their language. But in some way, when the animals mooed, neighed, barked or bleated, the pair knew what they meant. When the couple spoke to them, the animals responded. So my grandfather gave names to each one, so he would know them. The couple swam in one of the many springs until the sun began to set. Their hosts came and gave them one final set of instructions before night.
“You can live here as long as you wish,” the hosts began speaking in unison. We ask only two things of you, “First, that you care for the garden. You will need to do your part by harvesting the crops and pruning the trees. Second, It is simply that you not eat of that tree with the black fruit. If you do, you will have to move immediately.”
The couple looked at the tree with its strange black fruit. They had never noticed it before. Now the tree almost seemed to glow as it stood in the center of the garden. The hosts departed and the couple spent their first night in paradise.
Morning came and Grandpa went to work in the garden. The work was not hard. The fruit was sweet and the vegetables plump and crisp. At noon, he returned to his mate. She had a strange look about her. Now she looked worried. He gave her a big hug and shared with her his harvest, but sensed something had changed.
“Dear, what happened?” he asked.
“I made a mistake, this morning,” she answered.
“What did you do that could possibly be so bad?” he asked. “There is nothing here to hurt us.”
“I ate from the forbidden tree. It was the best of all of the fruit I have eaten in the garden and I understand things now that I didn’t before. We are being used for our hosts own purposes and I am not sure I like that,” she answered. “Come with me and see for yourself”. Holding hands they approached the tree. It seemed more beautiful than the rest of the trees. Its large black fruit seemed to reflect the sunlight of the day.
“Isn’t it pretty?” the woman began. Look at how smooth and lovely it is. It seems more perfect than all of the other trees. It tastes better than anything else in the garden. Try just a small bite, in fact I don’t think you can eat just one bite,” she continued.
“You will understand how selfish our hosts really are, because then we will be like them, and they don’t want that,” she ended.
“How do you know this?” her husband asked.
“The serpent, which is the most beautiful and trustworthy of all the creatures, told me,” she answered.
He stood looking at the fruit and his wife. He knew he was not supposed to eat of it, but now her countenance had changed. She seemed almost bubbling with excitement as she pulled the fruit from the tree and handed it to him.
He held the fruit, looking at it intently and then took a bite. It was tender, sweet and in his opinion, good but then his countenance changed for right in the center of their chests appeared a large red swastika, right over the heart. He gasped as he realized what he had done. With one bite he had lost every thing perfect. They were marked for life.
Just as they had been warned, the hosts came walking that evening. The marked pair tried to hide but there was no way. The emblems identified them wherever they were. Where are you?” called the hosts. Soon they stood before their hosts and were exiled from the perfect garden. They went into a world, where the swastika became the emblem of evil. Soon one of their sons killed the other and hatred took root and had its beginnings.