Fait Accompli-shed.

It was called the Fruit of Knowledge and you'd a-thunk that the consumption of such a wholly useful comestible would have resulted in the epiphany of math and science and astronomy and music and art and cooking and advanced tantric sexual techniques and clog dancing and accordion repair that its name suggested.

It didn't quite work out that way.

In fact, if God had made lawyers on the sixth day you can bet he would have been staring down the barrel of a deceptive practices lawsuit on the seventh.

Like most religious teachings the FOK provided fuck-all regarding any sort of useful information. It was all pretty much "Nom-nom-nom, oops! For some dang reason we're naked and ashamed. Better rustle up some fig leaves, muy pronto. What, Lord? Where? Now? Really? Shiiiiit!"

More to the point, why would God opt for the sexual sport package for his little creations in the first place if he didn't intend all along for them to transgress his arbitrary consumptive guidelines (Or "Godliness". Hah! I kill me!) and start doing some serious begatting?

It all seems so silly when you think about it. It's a pity more don't.

BTW, I realize that the full name is "the Fruit of Knowledge of Good and Evil" but that just makes it even more bizarre as it somehow considers sex to be evil.

But that's only if you do it right.

=Lefty=