It's funny isn't it, how we convince ourselves that we know things.
One of the things we pronounce with conviction, is that by simply knowing facts we can understand a period of time. But when we look backward we see with today's eyes. I used to believe that everyone tried to read history with yesterday's eyes, but I discovered we are few.
Sometimes when you borrow yesterday's eyes and breathe a bit of yesterday's air it changes today, and you begin to understand why the fruit from the Tree of Knowledge had to be forbidden.
Because Knowledge means forever questioning and while the fruit is sweet, you have to choose the discomfort of knowing. Knowing is not for those who only follow orders, we were not pushed from Eden, we earned our right to leave the nest by being more than sheep. It would be messy, but it would be real. Earned independence from Deity, not given.
Here is some fruit from the Tree, in the nature of a forgery.
Now for me Yesterday's eyes are little sharper and Yesterday's air has a metallic tinge. Things will change for Today's eyes.
We should revel in the Discomfort of Knowing because it is the enemy of the complacent Dark which will destroy whatever soul we might posses.