The ambiguous nature of the voluptuous pear

There was a story once told of an apple and a serpent and a tree of good and evil.

We were all once pure, and good, and clean and untainted by the knowledge of right or wrong.

We just were.

Enters temptation and beguilement.

Offering forbidden fruit.

To woman, voluptuous in her natural state.

To man, regal in his bare masculinity.

To the third unnamed serpent, wrapping, tangling and entwining itself into the heart of woman.

Then vileness gave female goodness a bite of a forbidden fruit, saying:

"Dance with me, do you not want to taste the sweetness of honey and discover the ecstasy of fulfillment?.

Woman tasted the fruit. Found it to be good. Shared it with man. They both bit the apple of the tree of good and evil. Everything henceforth became tainted.

Thus we were born in sin?.

Were we though?.

The beginning of Ying and Yang?.

The question is; Why make man-naked, woman-naked. Both endowed with the physical attributes to partake of the fruit of good and evil. Then forbid them to partake of said fruit?.

Were we then to have lived in oblivion, in the garden of good, roaming the wild of nature, naked, in a dreamlike state, forever unaware of the purpose of life.

There is such ambiguity to the meaning and scope of depth to this enigma called Human Life. It has been placed into our hands amid so many if's, why's, how's, maybe's and the unfathomable question of the phantasm of our existence.

Their eyes were open, but they could not see each other's countenance, each others physiognomy. How long were they supposed to remain blind to one another.

What would have been the purpose of existing into oblivion without knowing the why's and wherefores of the life giving force.

What was the good?. What was the bad?.

Why were we not given prescient knowledge which should have equipped us with the power to choose our fate.

Good. Apple; heart-shaped, symbol of love......Woman

Bad or evil. The tree. Phallic male symbol....Man

The ultimate idea that we are all born of sin imbues in us the desire to be that which we are thought to be.

Why then is it a surprise that when we live up to our basic instinct of depravity and sin expectation, that we are judged so harshly.

Ying and yang is our makeup. Our heritage.

What was our true beginning. The Big Bang, Creationism, Evolution, Divine Plan.

For we are truly divine. We just have to tap into it in it's pure raw natural state in order to find all the answers that we all crave so intrinsically.

There is another story of a pear tree and a woman.

Lying under a tree musing bees and honey, soaking up the sun, and listening to the wind and inaudible chants bringing her the answers that she craved.

A woman lost in a time of maleness and hostile masculinity.

Young and wide eyed, she longed for love and acceptance and a sense of belonging.

The ultimate desire of womankind everywhere.

Just for one brief, joyous moment, she did encounter a kind caress.

But, through the cruelty, suffering, fleeting love and coming of age, she learned that whatever she wanted in life she had to take.

It would not be handed to her on a golden platter.

Her platter would be basic, paper-like. Waiting to be embellished in whatever way she deemed necessary.

And so it is, that she endured, suffered, adapted and defended her life even in her naivete, with fortitude and a weapon so against her nature.

She realized that she did not have to settle for the basic. She could now forge her own platter from whatever substance she deemed befitting her lifestyle.

It is hard for her to grow surrounded by the voices of dissent. But grow she must.

She must take the high road and never look back.

The apple tree signifying the beginning of life.

The pear tree promising the blossoming of a new chapter where hope shines eternal.

For, is it not the same old story, just the dance, THE DANCE. The steps may change, evolve, the music, the tempo, the beat of the drum is softer, building to a crescendo.

It stops.

Then it restarts.

"Dance with me." He says, his smile dripping with the nectar of promise.

"I will." She takes his proffered hand smilingly.

Up, up to the smiling clouds.

Or down the rabbit hole.

And so it goes.