Eve and the snake by Alex Cecchetti

Occupie Paradit

Every day it was the same. Adam and Eve would stroll aimlessly around the Garden of Eden. Immutable as the garden was, they had no memories. Immortals as they were, they had no prayers for the dead. Without children, they did not celebrate births – not even those of the Sun or the Moon. They had no enemies and had no friends. Not knowing pain or nostalgia, they had no poems or songs about the past. No hopes for the future. Not knowing disease or hunger, knowing neither cold winters nor hot summers, Adam and Eve had no need to take care of each other nor to cuddle together to keep warm.

Until the day the snake arrived. "How did you get into this garden?" Eve asked. "As do all things that crawl," the serpent answered, "The more as water one moves, the more one can go anywhere one pleases. Like steam, the snake said, it’s water that does not fall but flies."

"Where do you come from?" asked Eve, who knew only of Paradise. "I come from the wonders that do not yet exist. And so the snake spoke to Eve about the seasons. Of spring and summer, of course, and of rain dances in the arid seasons, but also of the red autumn and the death of the leaves. But, above all, the snake spoke of the white winter of snow, the cold and the chilly wind and the pleasure of the fireplace." He told her of the pleasure of knowledge acquired from books and of the most powerful which is learnt from mistakes. "God makes no mistakes," said Eve. "This is why he can learn no more," said the snake. And the snake spoke of the prayers for forgiveness, of the modesty of the virgins who want to be taken, and of the burning passion where the soul rises to the lips before a kiss.

Eve listened and dreamed of an unknown world, where the darkness of the night harboured infinite mysteries. And of the dawn that would make everything clear. And the chants of the revolutions that she could hardly imagined. In that world of wonders, your love will bear fruit, said the snake, and you will give your life for a seed, and every day will be new and precious like an apple on this tree.
"But where is this world?" asked Eve. "In a chance," said the snake, but Eve heard the word choice and so she bit the apple.