Paradise Lost

It was paradise,

a perfect life in the sunshine

for the two of them.

Eating the luscious fruits,

drinking the succulent juices.

Wanting for nothing.

Nothing,

except, 

perhaps, 

to know the reason for it all.

To know

where they came from,

where they were going,

what point there was to it all.

To understand it all

would take some thought,

some working out,

some researching

of their paradise.

They would need to exercise

their intelligence

to find the answers

to all these questions.

Then they could  be content again

in their paradise

with their new found knowledge.

It came to them suddenly,

the penny dropped

not the apple.

In a flash of understanding 

they saw that

tomorrow could be different 

That one tomorrow 

would certainly

be different.

That human life doesn't go on

and on without an end.

It will end

and it's ending is unpredictable,

the where and how and when

unknown.

How could they live with this knowledge

and remain in paradise.

This was a new question to ponder.

No research could tell them the answer.

No exercise of their intelligence

could tell them

when,

or how,

their lives would end

however much they tried

to work it out.

What hell 

to live with this knowledge,

the knowledge that they couldn't know,

the end.

So they were lost,

driven from paradise.

Knowing that death 

would come 

to them, 

someway, sometime.

That it was unpredictable

and unalterable

however much they knew.

What hell 

to live with such knowledge

for the rest of their lives.

Waiting for death to surprise them,

jump out on them.

And knowing

that for them,

there would be

no re-awakening,

no spring.

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