Unlocking the Garden of Knowledge

Carefully unlock the gate to the garden. Don't let the fear of being

forsaken. Stop you from learning what's evil and good. Then quiet the

voices. Eat of the fruit. Soft was my chair.

The tavern hearth, a gentle comfort hopes were curling upwards like the smoky

scented air. A bard sang for sooth. The eager crowd leaned ever closer.

Hungry for a cause to cheer, no appetite for truth. The voice rang

out brave, thirsty in its righteous craving, claimed the sacred woods were evil

blindly as a knave. I heard the crowd roar. My disappointment crept