...Neither Death...
When Adam and Eve bit the apple in the Garden, so long ago. It was a catalyst. I imagine in my mind's eye that there was an invisible, quiet moving and shaking as their eyes were "opened". I imagine...mournfulness. Painful, anguish upon concession that a grievous harm had been done. It had to be soul shaking... it had to be as...death. When the blasphemous deed has been consummated in their mind, translated into their heart and devastated their souls. Now they found each other alone...their Father no longer...available to nourish their bodies...their souls... He cannot be apart of their lives any longer for they are now...unclean, defiled and rebellious. They must leave the haven of provision. They must till the barren land. They must birth their children in this land ripe with sorrow. By the sweat of their brow they now work, until...they die. But... who dares interfere with the love a father has for his son? Who would dare get between a mother and her newborn baby? Noth...