they say that knowledge was the first seed of corruption, but it wasn’t knowledge that felled man, it was the audacity to dream. reverie precedes the fall, but this didn’t feel like a fall at all; this felt like the sound of every chain breaking all at once, like breathing after being held beneath an ocean, like seeing light after an eternity of darkness. it felt like being free. eve cuts the shackles God gave her and spits when He says she is no more than adam’s rib. if corruption meant freedom, then she would shuck her divinity gladly, and when this story is retold they will say that she was both the beginning and the end of everything. ( God creates man, man creates machine, machine kills man, machine becomes God. )
eve kills god. checkmate. // k.g. (via opheliugh)
