We can't put the fruit back on the tree.
But someone else took care of it for us.
The love of money really is the root of all evil, is all I can tell you.
I want to know the truth about some things, but I’m always reminded, when the firehose is turned on and I’m being drowned with incredibly ugly reality, that maybe there’s a reason the forbidden tree in the Garden of Eden was the one that held knowledge of good and evil.
Humans have a limited ability to understand and bear the burden of so much knowledge.
There’s that scene in Bruce Almighty, flippant as it is, where you get tiny sense of all the prayers God hears. Add to that how he knows the evil in men’s hearts (as well as the good), and I’m quickly brought to a halt in my suggestions to God of how I think he ought to be handling things.
I’d like to just turn the firehose off and put the fruit back on the tree.
He described pitching his next pandemic-related book to his editor, and how he enthusiastically presented a book he planned to title “Everyone Knows” in regards to the rather shocking data emerging about the vaccines.
His agent put on the brakes. “Who’s your audience?”
Essentially, at this point, the audience segments are defined in regards to this topic.
Those who aren’t vaccinated at this point will continue to hold the line. They’d read the book, possibly, but they already know what it would say. Those who are vaccinated are either still sold on it and would have zero interest in the book, or, even if they’re starting to question it all, probably don’t want to know.
Berenson focuses on this second, less enthusiastic, vaccinated group:
“And who are, work with me here… vaccinated. Which is a choice no one gets to unmake. Only time can possibly lessen the impact of the changes those little globs of mRNA have produced in the immune system - and everywhere else.
If you’re vaccinated, and satisfied with your choice, you are staying far away from this book. And if you’re vaccinated, and having creeping doubts… you are staying even further away.”
I get it.
As Berenson pointed out, if you got lockdowns, social distancing, and masks wrong, you can stop doing it. But you can’t un-inject people. It’s too late. And because they can’t go back from this one, people double down. In for a penny, in for a pound. Good money after bad. All the clichés.
Knowing is a heavy burden if you can’t do something about it. You don’t want to know about what’s too late to change. It’s one of the reasons the bombardment of news right now is so heavy. Knowing, but unable to do much about it, mixed with everyone yelling “it’s time for you to wake up!” as if your lack of action was because you were asleep instead of because you were overwhelmed from being awake so long.
But now for some great news.
There’s something far worse than a virus running through you, and it’s not too late to do something about it. It was passed down from that tree in the garden to each one of us. The beauty of it is that, even if you embraced and amplified and celebrated this toxic substance, it’s still not too late. Even if you did so for your whole life, for decades, publicly or in private.
It was undone. If you want it to be.