Adam and Eve

LISTEN! THERE'S MORE THAN ME. And all my pains and all my sorrows flow from this surplus. There’s more than me. There’s YOU! Your life runs parallel to mine. You stand there in your own space, revolve around your own sun, and breathe your own share of living. It’s not what you do or who you are, but that you have your own existence. There’s an emptiness inside of me as big as the world outside, and it makes me feel lonely, and it makes me feel sad, and it makes me feel small and incomplete. Our separateness hurts me.

If there’s a You and there’s a Me then a part of me is missing . . . YOU! And I try to put myself together. I need you to be whole again. And overtime we make it happen our love is an eternal grasping. But if I AM YOU . . . then I am whole.

It’s like somebody broke something long ago and WE are the pieces of what was broken, and we’re always trying to put it all together again.

YOU SEE, from the ONE, the One who was the creation and whom we know as Adam, God made the OTHER, whom we know as Eve, and broke the ONE . . . in two.

And they played together, and laughed, and loved, and somehow acquired the knowledge, which is known as “eating the apple”.

And they knew of the life they were living and wondered why and what for, and suddenly saw that they were separate, which is known as “being naked”.

That’s when it all began, the questions and the searching, the desperation and the madness, which is known as “being chased out of the garden”.

And they sought to achieve, and climbed mountains, and hills, and stairs, and sometimes reached the top, which they knew as “ultimate loneliness”.

Then it came to them, through a crack in the wall of their understanding, that he was part woman and she was part man, and that they needed each other. So they tried to bring it together. They touched and held and shared a moment of oneness, which we know as “love”.

And from their encounter, and from their collision, fragments fell here and there, which is known as “peopled the earth”.

And the pieces are everywhere, trying to come together. And each encounter is another collision, and each collision is a falling apart.

So here we are, tiny bits of the ONE, the One who was the creation. And we too have the knowledge, for we have eaten the apple.

Jay Frankston
LittleRiver, CA 95456
wlp@mcn.org