[ WP ] Adam and Eve did n't eat the forbidden fruit , humanity lives in a perfect world , its only problem is keeping the forbidden fruit guarded

In a perfect world there is no strife. The relationships of humanity fall together like pieces of a puzzle. We eat when we are hungry and sleep when we are sleepy ( not tired... just sleepy ). We are fruitful as our Lord commands us, and we multiply. Yet as we multiply, the borders of this paradisiacal garden expand outwards. We do not leave its boundaries; no curiosity motivates us to do so. 
 
 Do you think you see something wrong with this world? Is there an intrusive thought in your mind that something is missing, that something is hidden? As you stroll along the path to the center of this place, do your eyes catch a glimpse of *it*? 
 
 Then perhaps a man approached you and struck up a conversation. You know this man; he is a friend of yours, or at least an acquaintance. You seem to have known him your whole life. Why not have a friendly chat? What were you thinking about before? He suggests you go for a swim. A fine idea! And the thought of the tree is gone from your mind. 
 
 But it is not gone from my mind. And though I was quite insistent on the benefits of a good dip in the pond, I will not be going myself. I will be staying here. Because I have other friends and acquaintances, and they sometimes think as you did. 
 
 Why? Why do I know what strife is? Or hunger, or weariness, sadness, perplexity? And why do I wonder? For hundreds of years I have felt compelled to'guard' this tree, and over those years its essence seems to have infected my brain. Infected? Brain? Even though the words are strange they come readily to my lips. 
 
 The fruit hangs there, bathed in a never-ending light. What kind of a game is that? Temptation. That's a new word, a dangerous word. Anger. Do I feel anger, or merely think that I should? The one thing I do know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, is that one bite of that fruit, and I will know everything. 
 
 I know enough to know that the weight of knowledge is heavier that I can bear. It is unfortunate for the world then, that the weight of not knowing seems far heavier still. Quis custodiet ipsos custodes? Clearly I am lost if strange, unspoken tongues are filling my head. 
 
 My axe is light in my hand, and the wood of the tree of knowledge is yielding. There will no longer be'not knowing', there will no longer be'knowing'. A few more chops and there will be oblivion!
