The Forbiden Fruit.
Nobody Knows.
What drives humanity to the point where we are today? May I make a suggestion of observation from a nobody from MissourI?
It’s the chase of all mankind to WANT the forbiden fruit. And he will do anything to get it.
It started when God told Adam and Eve “Do NOT eat the apple of knowledge.” No, this wasn’t Biden, or Gates, or even our American universities, this WAS GOD. And so, what did EVE do?
She took a bite. She just couldn’t help it. And then got ADAM to take a bite. For that they were kicked out being able to be invited to the parites on Epstiens’ Island. Okay, so they just got kicked out of paradise. And it was all HER fault. After that she couldn’t stop talking, another one of God’s punishments on man.
Moses had trouble with the proclivity of mankind to WANT the forbiden fruit. Men wanted other men’s wives…they got jealous of what other men had…and the women? Harlots. LOL… Okay…we don’t know. BUT if Moses had not brought down the Ten Commandments which CLEARLY stated that the forbiden fruit of another man’s property just could NOT function on his planet, who knows how mankind would have developed? GOD made them walk around until they all died and their kids replaced them, but the Ten Commandments stuck.
Wise rules those Ten Commandments. When everybody wants the forbidden fruits of another man’s property or wife, you have too many wars. Not good.
Now…did the desire for forbiden fruit go away? Hell no. The porn industry makes more money than the video game industry does…billions of dollars. And we all know Clinton could not refuse any plump and delicious fruit laid upon his White House table. It’s got to be hard on the men today…they are not even suppose to admit to any woman they want her forbiden fruit. LOL
For instance. I have a theory about religion and kids bought up in Catholic or Jewish schools. The concept of SIN is so great that to SIN becomes the delicious fruit one MUST simply do! That’s why the Catholics invented the confession…you could go and sin and be forgiven on Sunday. And boy, the dopamine rush knowing you were screwing your best friend’s wife. Mmmm…so full of “forbiden fruit.”
The sweetest of fruits if you can pull it off.
And Jews? I present Speilburg, Steven for that one. He traded in a perfectly nice Jewish girl for a blond from Missouri…actaully she went to my high school one grade behind me. Kate Capshaw. The Jews are always encourage to marry into the tribe. But that blond? Mmmm…mmm…mmm…(Elon Musk must have some Jewish in him….he went to both Catholic AND Jewish schools. He has the best of BOTH forbiden fruits…it is said that he prefers blonds and….and…12 kids? …..ha ha…speaking of proving my point—
When teenagers or kids are told NOT to do something….they usually do it right? My parents told me to NEVER go down the street to the lake when I was five. I did. And guess what? There were big gators in that lake. I sat on the shore and watch one about 12 feet away from me, watch me from the water when I was five.
Uh…yeah. He must have just ate.
Elon Musk (Can you tell I have a crush on that man) said that he was told he couldn’t go to his cousin’s birthday party, so he walked 14 miles to get there. Yeah. Not only that, another story is that he was told not to play with matches…so…he did! His father told him at 17 when he left for Canada that he would never amount to anything and he would be back in three months. Uh…we know how that story ended.
The forbiden fruit. Elon loves that fruit. And on that note, I think the forbiden fruit drives many an inventor who is told they cannot do something..and they do it JUST to prove everybody wrong.
It’s forbiden. To try something new. Thank God American’s founders were forbiden to live in freedom, they got mad, and said, well, we WANT that forbiden land you deny us…there you go.. America was born!
What’s my forbiden fruit? I’m on a diet and I can’t eat my favorite food: Glazed doughnuts.
I know. It’s not like Germany wanting the forbiden fruit of the world, or Soros wanting the forbiden fruit of America, or even China wanting the forbiden fruit of all of Africa. Or the U.N. wanting to rule us all, or Bill Gates wanting to be the most powerful man to rule the planet. All forbiden by the rest of humanity, so that makes it so much sweeter for them.
It’s just forbiden. I watched Sam Altman today, and the glean in his eye when he said he intended to take over the world with HIS A.I…forbiden fruit. Not something he should do, but he will try.
But think about it. In your lifetime how much forbiden fruit did YOU taste? Mmmmm?
Whether for good or bad, when a human is told they CAN’T have something…just watch.
It’s the challange of the forbiden fruit that got us thrown out of paradise. And frankly, in the end, I think we should thank Eve for saying Fuck it. I want a bite.
So, would we rather be on this earth where God condemed us? Or back in paradise with the snake?
You tell me.
Can I now have at least a cookie? Oatmeal? Wait…okay. Forbiden.
Elon Musk, Henry Adams,& Steve Jobs on Death
“I welcome the sweet release of death, but I would like to talk to my grandchildren before dying”
Elon Musk
Nobody Reads
I was having a hard time today, realizing I will never have grandchildren. I have a girlfriend who just had another grandchild, and she is only 40. Soon, I’ll be 72. I was thinking about the rest of my life today, and how little time I have left. I may live to be 100, or I could die next year. So many people on this planet don’t live as long as I have. Covid and war, took too many before their time. When you are young, or even in your 60’s, you don’t think about death.
But today, I read this in Henry Adam’s book “The Education of Henry Adams.”
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“The last lesson, the sum and term of education, began then. He had passed through thirty years of rather varied experience without having once felt the shell of custom broken. He had never seen nature, only her surface, the sugar coating that she shows to youth. Flung suddenly in his face, with the harsh brutality of chance, the terror of the blow stayed by him thenceforth for life, until repetition made it more than the will could struggle with more than he could call on himself to bear. He found his sister, a woman of forty, as gay and brilliant in the terrors of lock-jaw as she had been in the careless fun of 1859, lying in bed in consequence of a miserable cab accident that had bruised her foot. Hour by hour the muscles grew rigid, while the mind remained bright, until after ten days of fiendish torture she died in convulsions.
One had heard and read a great deal about death, and even seen a little of it, and knew by heart the thousand commonplaces of religion and poetry which seemed to deaden one’s sense and veil the horror. Society being immortal, could put on immortality at will. Adams being mortal, felt only the mortality at will. Death took features altogether new to him, in these rich and sensuous surroundings. Nature enjoyed it, played with it, the horror added to her charm., she liked the torture, and smothered her victim with caresses. Never had one seen her so willing. The hot Italian summer brooded outside, over the marketplace and the picturesque peasants, and, in the singular color of the Tuscan atmosphere, the hills and vineyards of the Appenines seemed bursting with midsummer blood. The sickroom itself glowed with the Italian joy of life: friends filled it: no harsh northern lights pierced the soft shadows: even the dying woman shared the sense of the Italian summer, the soft, velvet air, the humor, the courage, the sensual fullness of nature and man. She faced death, as women mostly do, bravely and even gaily, racked slowly to unconsciousness, but yielding only to violence as a solder sabred in battle.
(I skip a few lines here and continue)
For the first time, the stage scenery of the senses collapsed: the human mind felt itself stripped naked, vibrating in a void of shapeless energies, with resistless mass, colliding, crushing, wasting and destroying what these same energies had created and labored from eternity to perfect. Society became fantastic, a vision of pantomime with a mechanical motions: and its so called thought merged in the mere sense of life, and pleasure in the sense The usual anodynes of social medicine beam evident artifice. Stoicism was perhaps the best: religion was the most human: but the idea that any personal deity could find pleasure or profit in torturing a poor woman, by accident, with a fiendish cruelty known to man only in perverted and insane temperaments, could not be held for a moment. For pure blasphemy, it made pure atheism a comfort. God might be, as the Church said, a substance, but he could not be a Person.”
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Today I felt the pain of loss. I’d lost my mother, my father, my brother, my son, and two husbands, and was feeling quite alone. (The husbands are still alive) I thought of all the others out there who were alone, lonely, suffering…and I got a strange god wink from a friend.
A video tape I’d been wanting for some time.
During my darkest hour, he called me.
My sorrow lifted….while still there, I decided I needed to enjoy the blooming of the Missouri summer. I needed to save myself from my own pity. Okay. So I don’t have a family.
I…am…still alive. And still in the middle of summer’s softenss, as Adams puts it.
I can go outside and breathe the heavenly oxygen from my beloved trees. Who caress me with their splendor. And while I found a baby bird dead from its nest, the others were still chirping.
The flowers, the trees, the birds: life IS worth living, even in the thoughts of death. The thoughts of Why am I even here?
God has reason for me. And I hope, he shows me soon. As long as the wishes of seeing stars in the sky before I die, I will have hope. How can you NOT want to live, even if alone, on this magnificent planet called Earth?
And there’s another tech guy who gave some good advice, probably the best I’ve ever heard.
Steve Jobs, said this:
He nailed it.
And he gave us so much.
I don’t have much time left, but…well…a few more God winks and I’ll be human again. He gave me one today, in my darkest hour.
Wise men…Musk, Jobs, Adams. And God gave us THEM.
Is that not a reason to feel alive?
True Love Stories
Nobody Remembers….
Do you remember the first true love of your life? I was thinking about this today…I remember a year before my mother died, she made a request to me…would I find out where Herbert was? He was her first true love. Her first husband. All those years with my father 40 years of marriage, and she never mentioned him once. Although, I did see some old photographs of him in his uniform with a lovely signature: To Janet, my love always, it said.
They were married…very young, and then the war broke out.
My father had been dead for over 40 years, so I was struck by the news, and the desperation she was in to find him. She never told me about him, but I could tell, she had loved him more than my father just by the way she mentioned his name. Like the old lady on the Titanic, Rose, she remembered, and never told a soul, until me, her daughter, until that night.
As she laid in her bed, wearing her flowered printed nightgown, holding her cup of ice, she told me the story of how Herbert had been injured in the Pacific where he served on a ship in WWII. He was in a hospital bed in California, and she was only 18, but she booked a train ticket to travel from St. Louis to San Franscisco where he was laid up. She told me how frightened she was. She was just a bit of a girl, only 4 feet 5 inches. Some of the soldiers were rather…rude.
It must have been scary for a young woman to travel all that way alone by train, but women have done much the same in history. John Quincy Adams wife, Louisa, traveled alone through Russia to get to her beloved during the winter, in a carriage. That’s a LONG trip, and back then for an English woman traveling alone, very dangerous.
Love will make you do that.
When she got there, a priest came out and took her aside before she went into the room.
“Whatever you do” he told her. “Do NOT give him a divorce. Don’t do it. He will push you, but don’t do it.” Mom told me the priest begged her not to do it. “No matter what he says.” The Priest was firm. And adamant.
When she went inside, her beloved told her he wanted a divorce, go home. Never see him again. He must have been very cruel.
She cried and cried, and refused to leave, but what she didn’t know, is that HER father had somehow called Herbert and convinced him to force her to divorce him. For some reason, maybe because of whatever injury he suffered, he thought, because he loved her, that it was the best thing to do for her.
My grandfather wanted MY mother to take care of him in his old age. At least that’s what my mother told me when she was 77. He was the real cause of the breakup.
So, to my surprise, I found Herbert. He had a farm in Southern Missouri, with a wife and seven grown children. He was still alive!
I left a message, but he never called back. I could tell, my mother was pretty sad about it.
True love. Sad ending. Most people have it as their first love.
In my case, I had a simple crush on a Priest’s son named Christopher in grade school. We were both five. In fact, the middle name I gave my only son was Christopher.
He hates it. (LOL)
We held hands in the auditorium during Christmas movies. He gave me a ring. I would look at it for hours. Back then, the teachers thought it was cute. Now? It would be considered some sort of crime. We sat there happy as little turtle doves. I felt so special, and surely God was blessing me. It was wonderful.
My husband that I am married to now, his first true love was his first wife. He joined the Navy Seals and when he was in Panama, she got together (had sex) with his best friend in Virginia Beach. This was when she had a small baby daughter in the next room by her husband who was away.
The devastation he felt was unbearable. His best friend, the wife he loved.
How did I know she was his first love? A wife knows these things. She was beautiful, young, and when we ran into her one day by chance. He fell completely apart.
You don’t do that…if you’re not still in love.
I was older, and got married, he used to come hear me sing in a hotel. He was looking for a way to take his daughter away from her, and I had a son, a house to live in, and the judge looked at me, gave us custody of his daughter, and said to ME…”Good luck.”
But the judge knew…he had seen this before.
We have been married now for 31 years.
But was he my true love? I ask myself now.
Was it mostly sex?
And what does true love feel like?
How do you know?
I will tell you…when you feel true love, you see their face everywhere. You think of them every minute…you cry, you laugh, and the most joyful part of your day is when you are near them. You hope, you plan, your dream…You only want the best for them, and if that would mean giving them up, then so be it. Your heart aches when you are not with them.
Herbert must have loved my mother very much. BUT he should have NEVER listened to her father. He should have told him to go to hell.
Of course, I would not be alive to write this, so..there’s that. But I would not have been born either, and I am now, only finding my real true love not too much younger than my mother when she remembered her husband.
And I met him online.
Life is cruel, but…
Sometimes, true love, means loving yourself enough to feel you are worthy of the true love that comes to you.
Grab hold of it with all your heart. Because…you only live once, and true love only comes once.
Am I right?
I hope you have experienced true love in your life, and even if my true love, never wants me, does a Herbert someday, at least I can say, I experienced the thrill of what it feels like to REALLY love so deeply another human being. And we did nothing wrong.
It’s written in the stars…some things are just meant to be.
Love is the answer. If you find it, grab it…and never let it go.
Or you’ll end up like my mother, lying in your bed late at night, with sadness you will carry to your grave.
By the way, I’ve told my husband, and he thinks…it’s just a silly…true love?
To him, it’s like a cold. It will pass.
(Now, If only I had a diamond necklace…I really don’t think I would throw it away. LOL)
To Loot, or NOT to Loot?
Nobody Wonders….
One of the first things I learned in Sunday School, which most kids who go to Sunday school learn is: The 8th commandment: Thou shall not steal. That was so much imbedded in my young brain, that I thought if I stole, God would smite me down, I wouldn’t ever get to ever go outside to play, and I would NEVER get to have a Hostess Cupcake in my life ever again. And my brother would beat me up every day.
God replaced my parents as the ultimate punisher.
Because that message was put forth into my little Sunday School brain with such force, the only time I ever sole anything was…a piece of bubble gum. Yes, I was about seven, and after school my older brother and I would jump off the bus, and run to the store. A five and dime store.
We were on a mission for the highlight of our day after sitting in the boring schools.
I always had a dime to spend. My brother also. And this one afternoon, my brother was standing in front of the Superman comics and didn’t have his dime.
“Come ON!” he said to me.” I really want this Superman comic! Come on…let me have your dime, you don’t need it.”
I loved my brother, so I gave it to him. BUT…I also loved my biggest treat of the day which was Double Bubble gum. I still love Double Bubble gum. As I stood in front of the gum, I couldn’t help myself.
I stole one piece of Double Bubble gum. The rest of the day, I thought that God would smite me down: I had committed a most hostile acts of sin: I stole gum. And what’s worse, I knew my brother would never pay me back.
The next day, I went up to the store, after getting off the bus, and told the check-out man the great sin that I had committed, and gave him the money that I owed him. He laughed. And told me “It’s okay, keep your dime”…and he kept laughing.
Now, YOU might be laughing, and remembering all the stuff you stole in life. I have never EVER stolen a single thing in my life, so traumatized and so entranced was I by the Ten commandments, which may I add are the basis for Western Civilization’s laws. The Christian teachings of those laws helped formed the free market system of trust that made capitalism so fruitful.
Nobody likes to be cheated. In Muslim religion, they will cut off your hand.
(Can you imagine wondering what would happen to that Muslim kid if HE stole a piece of gum?)
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The thing should have been taken by stealth; if it was not taken by stealth, then the hand should not be cut off, such as when property has been seized by force in …(mmmm…so they will cut your hand off if you steal some clothes, but NOT if you steal land?)
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Stealing in Japan is a serious offense. There are cameras everywhere.
Stealing in China? Depending on the crime, years in prison.
Stealing in the United States: Why, if you black, it’s “Hey, it’s okay…you’re black!” When Obama became president, we watched so much being stolen from so many flash mobs at Walmart’s, Drugs stores, And just about everywhere you go. Stealing cigars? You become a hero. Then there’s the glorifying stealing cars in our movies and video games… Why stealing is now endorsed as a pretty exciting thing.
Letting the punishments of stealing merchandise or even elections, has destroyed half the country. Thousands of stores have closed down all across our nation because the stores could not bear the costs. California passed a law saying that you can’t even stopped the thieves, or YOU will suffer.
So how did this happen?
Kids just aren’t learning morals from Sunday School. Moses, whatever you may think of him, was pretty smart in demanding that everyone obey God’s law. Which made perfect sense for a people to not fight among selves and prosper.
And how about the biggest thief of all? Governments now, steal from us daily. They are the biggest thieves, and they have made it a permanent business to steal as much as they can, and suck as much money as they can from the poor.
But not only the poor. If you are rich and they don’t like you…they come after your money.
Look what they just did to Elon Musk? One judge stole what…$56 billion of his hard-earned money?
ONE LOUSEY JUDGE? That judge should be put in jail for life.
One thing I have noticed though. I had a lot of my Catholic friends, were raised with the Ten Commandments. And when I told them my story, they laughed and didn’t believe it. Then they bragged about how much stuff they stole when they were kids. And they thought nothing of it. They thought I was lying.
So why? It’s my opinion that the Catholics were always forgiven of their ‘sins’ in the confession, which gave them permission to go out and sin the next week: and sin became all the more sweeter.
Because, God would forgive them, no matter what.
I could be wrong…but there IS right and wrong, and stealing is wrong. No matter whether its among friends, among people, even among animals. And parents should teach the kids when very young,
Thou shoal not steal.
Why not? Everybody does it…says the child.”
Because how would you feel if I stole your new bike? You could tell them.
And what do we do now that the churches are being destroyed all over the world?
Our government is stealing its citizens future and selling us off to the highest bidder.
Communists know: you kill religion first. The rest will fall like ripe fruit on the vine.
It’s up to us now: To teach the young. Stealing is not good. And what happens to a nation that allows this to go on?
God or no god. It’s just plain stupid.
About
I am a nobody. If the different classes of America were color-coded, I would be in the yucky brown, one rung up from the bottom. I grew up in Naples, Florida and live near the Mississippi River now with my husband and two dogs. I am part of the slowly disappearing middle-class. I was a musician most of my life: drummer/singer/keyboards—but I retired before the plastic surgery flu hit. I have no degrees, which could be a good thing…depending on how you view our educational system. I do have three patents…but that really doesn’t make me a somebody. The one thing that is constant in my life is my OPINIONS, which i have more than perhaps even Carl Sagan could have imagined…mostly political. (yes…my ancestors were crabby buggers)
Hopefully other nobody’s will put their opinions on my site. But, if you happen to be a somebody, you’re more than welcomed to help out.
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You can email me at joyanna_adams@yahoo.com
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