
I have written before on this blog about how the ancient myths from the beginning of Genesis might be read as an allegory of the rise of mankind, from our start as hunter gatherers, to farmers, to accumiulators, to city builders then to the destructive rise and fall of empires. You can read more about this reading of the Bible here.
You may wonder what some ancient stories from the Bible have to do with climate change?
I think the stories we tell each other in order to make sense of our world matter, and perhaps none more than our origin story. We have been raised on the idea of human progress, defined technologically. Even with the destruction of world wars and the real and present realities of climate emergency, this myth is very hard to counter. We still hear grand plans to solve our problems technologically; some brand new carbon scrubbing technology, or brand new electric cars.
But what if we need to go back to the beginning? What if the problem started when we forgot the theology, the ecology, the politics and the economics of the garden of Eden?
What if, as we ate the fruit of the tree in that ancient story, we separated ourselves from the harmony and balance of the ecosystem that sustains us? What if this was our ‘sin’ all along, and that these sins are now finding us out?
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The fruit from tree of the knowledge of good and evil
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We ate then separated
We were in leaves, we were in tree
We were not I but we were we
We saw beauty rise in everything
Like birds we were not taught to sing
We were not young nor were we old
We were the way a thing unfolds
The way a breath is whisper soft
The way small feathers stay aloft
We were not here we were not there
Our garden covered everywhere
We ate then separated
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We ate then separated
We formed in tribes, we played with fire
Always motivated to acquire
We gobbled down small chunks of knowing
And knew where every wind was blowing
We knew each sin we should commit
And just how atoms could be split
We built a house behind high walls
And stuffed it full from shopping malls
We ate then separated
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We ate then separated
But hold a memory deep inside
Of how the soil did once provide
Of how the speckled forest floor
Embraced tiny mushroom spores
Of how the stars were mystery
And love made electricity
Of how each body is but host
To the spirit and the holy ghost
We ate then separated