1 Adam's Journal

Adam's Journal

By Earvin Eugene

Copyright © 2020 by Earvin P Eugene

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It was the sabbath – It has been a few moments since I have been alive. Life has been grand for this one day. Life seems to be like a dream. I must make the most of my time. On this day forth I will document my experiences as they appear to be noteworthy. I do not the purpose of my existence, but it is special to share.

I do not know what I am supposed to do. I realize there is good and evil in this world. I assume I should be moral. I feel as of I am a main attraction. At this early stage of life, I will make a proclamation to be virtuous. This is an extravagant rule, but it is best to shoot for the stars.

The sun always seems to be perfectly bright. The night is marvelous with spread stars and a full moon. This universe is organized in flawless manner. Each day this world appears to display a more exemplary beauty. I am unaware whether it is art, or this is the condition of life. The grass is fresh. The trees are bountiful. I feel embraced.

I have no say in the matter of this world. I appreciate the vision. Nature is magnificent. I would not know what to do if the sun would disappear during the day. And the moon, it is bold. Without it the night could be completely dark. It is a gift to have the night shine over me.

The stars are majestic. It is mystical how they decorate the sky. I do not know what they are made of. I reach but can never attain one for myself. I would provide one to Eve if she could hold onto these lights. I have no clue if they are stagnant or rapidly moving. It exists as glory from a higher power.

I witness strange animals. Tigers with stripes were beautiful. They were harmless as they enjoyed blueberries. I searched for ambiance. The planet appeared as a pretty orb spinning with the lights. It was impossible to capture the picture for myself. I was tired as I hunted for stars. I could only view. The cosmos stretched a far distance. I noticed Eve would cherish the tiger fur for clothing. The design was special.

I observed a woman. She possessed healthy breasts. Bountiful hips for birth. Longer hair than me. She shined in nature. It appeared as a reptile with soft skin. Bright eyes and mischievous character.

The woman was gathering fruits. I could smell her nurturing fragrance from afar. I could tell she was trouble. I was fearful at first, but I could not ignore my attraction to her. I realized I was in no direct danger. She was weaker in physique but seemed intelligent in her collection of berries.

It was the lord's day. Sunday – was not established for rest. It was the sabbath in which one found comfort. The lady was never calm. She was always attentive and focused. She appeared to be maddening if I were to commit my time with her. Always on the venture for something better.

I noticed the woman appreciated the little creatures. She fed swimming fishes in the water. She often cleansed herself with the water. I had no care for those things. My heart was silent as I watched her. It appeared that the moon would rise at night and be replaced by the sun in the morning. Perhaps, this is the daily cycle. I was interested but the world has so much to offer. It is best to bask in its glory. The woman would care to the land, involving herself where she did not belong. I paid certain things no attention as I believed it was of no concern. If God has granted me peace, I would do my best to maintain it. One thing I witnessed was speech. The woman spoke with affection and emotion. Although, I noticed she could be brash with her words. Nonetheless, it was astonishing to hear speech by another.

I was afraid of conversation as it looked, she could talk all day. I am a man of few words. I mention want I see and tends to be the most of it. However, she would share every moment. I am unaware if I could tolerate such behavior.

Next week – I noticed the woman following me around. She was very observant of me. I was timid. She included me in her world, and I was grateful for the experience.

Wednesday – At first, I must admit that I disregarded her. When she connected with me too often, I was overwhelmed. As she demonstrated her value, I appreciated her more with each moment shared together. We started to build a healthy relationship.

Recently, as we stroll along, she is confident in naming all creatures. I have an idea of its presence but am not bold enough to make a statement. I respect her skill in providing accurate information. For if it were all left to me, things would be less efficient. Life is easy going with her when she makes the effort to detail and conversation. I feel important when I have a woman in my possession.

A bird was in our area. She was quick in determining its presence. She knew of its nature immediately. She was not cocky in her beliefs. In most cases I agreed with her. I was glad to have a companion. I let her make claims and would protect her.

Thursday – I needed some space from her. I liked her but she was demanding. Consistent talk became staggering. I was not upset but indifferent to the whole situation. I just wanted the freedom to be alone for some time.

The woman approached me at night at my new dwelling that I created. She seemed needy. I calmly demanded of her to leave me alone. The woman at this moment appeared as an aching wound.

Sunday – I have enjoyed my time and space alone. I was now welcome to

the woman. I paid the previous dilemma no mind.

The woman wanted to attain the forbidden apple. I did not like this decision.

She was becoming a burden. I warned her not to but she did not listen well. She

attempted and failed.

Monday – She told me her name. I do not remember what it was. Her name

holds no value to me. She is constantly seeking attention. This is a characteristic I

do not want to indulge of her.

I do not talk much especially if I have nothing notable to mention. On the other hand, she sees it important to mention any and every event. I do not see this as stupidity but ignorant. She is naïve. I have a decent vocabulary but have no need to portray it. At moments I share with her my skill in dialogue. It appears to not be enough. Nothing is enough for her.

I detect that she is obsessed with her reflection by the water. Often, she goes to the water and look at her reflection. I do not know the meaning of this. It appears vain. I prefer my time to relax on the ground or build something. I only want necessities from the bounty the lord has offered me.

I appreciated my time alone. The profound experience of silence. Time to explore my thoughts were worthy. However, she tends to be consumed by attention. She never wants to be alone. I do not know if I can provide for her everything she wishes. As each day she seems to want more.

Tuesday – I relaxed by the grace of god. Working the land when it seemed fit. I believe paradise comes if I mind my business and appreciate God. My needs are simple.

It looked as if she enjoyed the play in nature. She likes flowers and dresses herself in garments. She accepts the rain by roaming in it. All of this seems odd to me. I prefer the coziness of my shelters. Nature albeit beautiful can offer harm if one does not combat the ailments. It appears as she does not think of the next day. Only living each day with no thought of tomorrow.

I spotted fire. I acknowledged its heat. It could be helpful. Also, I was aware that its fierceness could be dangerous. I respected this duality. The woman only embraced its prettiness. She would make ignorant decisions to play with it. In one incident she burned her finger. I said nothing. She knows better to not play with fire. She took credit for the discovery but was brash in playing with it.

She spread the flames. It wreaked havoc more than good. It was interesting but I could not provide any immediate use for it. She was weirdly attracted to the smoke and fire. She consumed baked apples curated by the fire.

Friday – She approached me with this new discovery called FEAR. She describes it as the opposite of happiness. The bringer of grief and despair. I claimed her to be too worrisome.

FIFTY YEARS LATER – If one of us was to be lost, I would hope it is me. For I have no real care for the world. I am glad to simply exist. I only bear witness to God. Eve demonstrates wonder and compassion. She portrays this idea of love. Eve offers imagination to an already complete universe.

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