From When Pigs Fly
Copyright 2025 Ray Gregory
Fig Leaves
With their newfound knowledge, Adam and Eve grabbed the nearest things to hide their embarrassing genitals. But they’d been fine before with their mysterious naturalness. So what of all our sophisticated knowledge today, of the fancy epistemological underpants we donn? Rather than rediscover an overgrown, forgotten Eden, we deny its very existence, dismiss the quest as whimsical farce. Its lush, mysterious tendrils ever swirling around us, inviting us to admit that we are really its creatures, not those of some wordy, prudish God, we wander about, crafting our ever more tedious ideas, regaling ourselves with our incontrovertible, depressingly barren logic.