Cædmon Comma

Cædmon,

Someday you will eat from the fruit of the tree – the Tree of the Knowledge. And you will partake. Perhaps you'll partake because the fruit looks appealing. Perhaps you'll partake because a friend will give a taste to a friend. Perhaps you'll partake at the behest of a snake's whispers.

I know you'll eat the fruit. I did. And you will enjoy the taste. I did. But as you bite into the inevitable fruit, do not too quickly forget the time before you reached the Knowledge. Someday, my son, innocence will be a memory, a forgotten taste.

I hope, someday, when the fruit of the Knowledge churns within you, I hope you remember ...

I'm not sure, but I suspect that the Knowledge, in some way, make life better. But, it also makes us older, and robs us of our sleep. I suspect that the Knowledge keeps us from each other, keeps a wall between us. I suspect that there is a time in our future when we will walk together without inhibition. And the Knowledge will be a memory, a taste unforgotten.

Dad