I posted this about a decade ago here, but I never posted the actual text. I suppose it doesn’t matter that much but a part of me will feel restless until I actually do, especially I mentioned I would do it way back when. So here it is.
It was inspired by something I had read, about writing not being needed until after Eden, since communication before the fall was of a different nature. The written word, not necessarily language by itself, is part of the curse of the fall. I don’t think it’s impossible but I don’t think it’s true. Either way, I thought it would be a good story (poem?) to depict the first writing, which, in this timeline, was done by Eve herself.
And for some reason I have two separate colons in the same sentence? Ouch.
Eve’s Geometry
Into the dirt path leading up to the tree she transcribed with inelegant, trembling fingers the strange clicks and whirrs that began to sound inside her ear. The novice hard angles patterned into delicate, thoughtful curves as she neared completion of the message she knew would configure the proper meaning inside her beloved’s mind. Finished, the shapes became portentous. Earlier she had eaten the fruit and laid its inedible carcass beside his head as he slept but she could not retreat her offer face to face. She then hollowed out: scraped clean to the inner rind and filled with the weighty stuff of lower beings: shelled, diaphanous, unapproachable. Now she hid, her earthen handiwork in sight, hoping he would not appear and corrupt himself the same way. The Wind breathed by her and from these first written words issued forth divinely-placed embers, their presence now persistent, inescapable. Visions entreated themselves to her and she shed tears at the realization of twice altering the course of human history for millennia to come. Eve’s Geometry.
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Since it took place in another realm, the Fall is wide open to speculation and imagination.
Yes 🙂 It’s a fun situation for a writer to explore.