The real version of the Bible
Okay, so I've been thinking. You know the Bible. You know that part where God makes Adam and Eve, then gives them permission to romp around nak'd as jay-birds living a free and simple life "As long as you don't eat from the fruit of THAT tree..." kinda thing. And you know the story, how Adam and Eve ate from the forbidden tree, were cast out, and proceeded to screw like rabbits, which went on to produce Cain and Able, their two strapping young sons?
Remember reading about that part?
And the part where Cain gets pissed off at his only sibling,Able; only God knows why, and decided to murder the poor bastard?
Remember that part?
Well, in reality,that should be about where you should be reading "The End". I mean, if you think about it, there was Adam, Eve, Cain, and Able. Cain kills Able, which leaves Adam, Eve, and Cain. And no one else around the campfire.
Nobody.
Just Cain, and his two parents...Adam and Eve. Adam and Eve have got to be pretty old when Cain went out and bashed his brother's head in. Hell, they were both adults by the time God made them. I've seen the pictures, you've seen the pictures, they weren't little kids. Okay, so by the time we get to see their pictures, they have already been driven out of Eden, and they have resorted to wearing those crazy fig leaves, but it's pretty damn obvious to the onlooker, that they are adults. The two "partners" went on to conceive, bear, and raise two sons. Adam and Eve are old, they're tired, and they are ready to chuck it all in. Which leaves Cain, alone, by himself, no one else.
Hmmm, so where did we come from.
4 Comments:
Steady on lass! Once you start questionning the credo and it's a short step to trashing Islam (and we know where that leads), Hinduism, Shintoism, Marxism, Moaism, Tony Blairism and about any other 'ism you care to mention.
Then what would the world have to believe in? Or blow up?
I guess we'd have to start believing in ourselves instead. Now that would make a refreshing change.
Oh! I have so many other questions we all can ponder like, the matter of the chicken and/or the egg.
I've wondered the same thing since I was about 10 years old. Couldn't ask, though.
I worked it out. Hello cousin Alice.
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