In the beginning, or where I choose to start, there was darkness. Nothing could exist, for there were no eyes to see what came before. Then, what became simply became. Eyes opened, multitude upon multitude, baring witness to life itself. It was complete perfection, curated to near excess that bordered on contentment in a way that no mortal mind could see. This life, so it is said, was the only life called pure. Everything after never will obtain the purity spoken of in this world, for it is a futile pursuit. This world of Eden, a lush garden of witnesses named a name given, lived He.

How could one ruin it, if not given another. From the heart that gives so generously, he bore them both into the world upon the goodness of his own intention. He saw in them what he saw, for it is not for Man to know. Nonetheless, he gave them part of his eternity. It was to be ruined in damnation, and so on after them, but he gave to them anyhow.

This woman, newly created, merely a child by sense of the word, drew out into the world. She took her kin by her side and ran away to explore her home. This man, similarly inclined, did the same. They did as Man does, and they turned away from lessons in search of novelty. Angels watched them, greeted them, and steered them well. They were safe, protected, and could exist for all time as a pair.

It was a mutual decision, a taste of scornful divinity. It was his doing, the one who existed as them, kin in spirit. If even he was not to be, he could indulge this fantastical fate. There was nothing to it; his creator knew where the fault would lie, and, wicked man he was, he would punish them. If Man was greater than he, then who is he, who was to be more powerful?

These unbalanced lessons, it was why he chose to Fall, as paradox across paradoxical life passed his eyes. He closed them, choosing to punish the unsaveable.

God does not need a god.