It was like a part of herself.

Every morning she would stroll the paths, greeting each flower and plant, inhaling their beauty inside, and her heart would smile.

This garden was overflowing with beauty. Everything was so complete. So harmonious.

She was willing to admit that sometimes she found herself a bit bored. Adam would try to relieve her boredom telling her stories, playing hide-and-seek with her.

That morning she woke up well before him.

She started her morning stroll smiling at the young deer passing by, at the flowers and the garden trees, and they seemed to bow their heads and greet her.

As she walked past the Tree of Knowledge, she imagined hearing the voice of God that warned Adam not to eat of his fruit or he would die.

 Then she stopped.  Die?

What does it mean to stop being? Nonsense!

 She recognized a taunting, provocative voice that whispered inside her like a snake: 

Impossible! We shall not die!

God loves us.

 But maybe if we eat from the forbidden fruit of the Tree of Knowledge we will  become  like God, and he doesn’t want us to be like him?

Something started bubbling in her.

I don’t understand why God would want to hide a secret from us?

Don’t we rule over all the other animals in the garden and are we not like God for them?

So what does he not want us to know?

Is there anything outside the borders of this garden?

Then another, alluring, voice came out of her: take a bite. Nothing will happen to you. After all, until you try you won’t know. Look how good it is to eat, how delightful to the eye.  Is it not a desirable source of wisdom?

Her taste buds have already begun to tingle.

To bite or not to bite?

She tried to discern among all the voices she heard, not sure she was able to discern those on the outside (the voice of Adam) from the inner voices, (the voice of her mind, the voice of temptation and the voice of intuition). She couldn’t even say if maybe she was led by a kind of resistance or rebellion. Maybe a sense of great curiosity overcame her.

 Then the symphony in her head reached a crescendo and then the taste of the fruit was already in her mouth.

What a relief.  She wasn’t dead.  She didn’t die! What a relief.?

In fact, maybe the old Eve had died, and was transformed and became a new Eve.

She was overwhelmed with sensations she had not known before.

 Why did God wanted to keep them from this wonderful feeling?

She looked at her naked body and realized the secret;

She owned a strength and a power she did not know before.

She was the mother of all the living!

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