(it) happened in a g(Arden) ...

1: aeternaTheft


The biggest ‘heist’ in history didn’t happen in a bank, or a museum or a palace. It happened at a tree. This heist was so serious that not only did it never end — but it grew in a way we really have no common concept for, and although this event may have happened as long as 15000 years ago — the loss and the theft are still growing.

There were no guards, or alarms. There was ‘no security at all’. That which was stolen was of incalculable value, and its value — as well as the impact of its loss — would increase geometrically with every passing instant and every repetition-echo of the original event.

It wasn’t precisely a theft, but more of a confidence trick. The rather absurd thing about this heist was that the victim and the perpetrators were essentially the same and both of them were children. What was ‘lifted’ was our species’ primary access to an entire domain of organismal sentience. It also damaged what remained of a once liberal ring of logics — it froze them, hid 9/10ths of the ring, and declared the most competitive amongst the remainder ‘the winner’ for all human eternity.

There are many unusual features to this ancient case.. .and most of these features have escaped the modern eye that glances toward them for many generations now. The reason? The true shape of the answers deftly avoids nearly everything we’d expect — so we don’t look in the right places when seeking it – ever. The shape of it evades the lenses we apply in seeking it, for it is more magnificent and vast than any set of lenses we may craft to focus upon it.


The technique of the heist took advantage of the potentials of mimicry: something that looked a lot like what was stolen was placed over the the purloined element such that glancing toward it would reveal only the impostor — a sort of floating lie, and never the actual thing that was ‘covered up’ beneath it. So it wasn’t even really a theft — but a complicated masquerade ...

What was left there ‘to hide what was co-opted’ is so essentially confusing that thousands of years and billions of human lifetimes later, we have not detected the nature of what is missing from the ‘gifts beneath the tree’ that accompany our arrival as mortal beings in a superficially physical universe. We also have no word at all for that which is hiding what is missing. We don’t even have a word for its ‘meaning-value class’. Our chances of discovering what is being hidden, directly, are far below zero — most of the time.

This con has been ‘being replayed’ in the life of nearly every scale and assembly of organismal reality on Earth for an amount of time humans would have difficulty understanding with adequate value. With(in) every person — every garden — every moment — the theft is recurring, exploding geometrically as it is re-copied into every dimension of our own thought, relation and lives. As it proceeds it is ever-more effectively hiding its activity and goals from our notice, and it is simultaneously adeptly obscuring our ability to notice that we cannot notice.

Perhaps the single strangest thing about the heist, is that the thing stolen wasn’t actually taken away at all. It was merely covered over with something that could ‘change the outcome’ of the activity of the object of this heist. The change was the ‘goal’ of the theft.

Seen from the perspective of any one of the participants — including the thief...the whole affair was a lot more like an accident...than a heist. Essentially, it was no-one’s intention to acquire the result that has proceeded to denude our sentience and world since the theft. It wasn’t the intention of our species, and it wasn’t the intention of ‘the Serpent’, either. The thief was actually doing precisely what it was assigned to do — which was ‘to become more like itself. Our stories about the circumstances, participants, and purposes got distorted. To put this in modern idiom:

Way distorted.

And a part of that distortion has to do with where the story is taking place. It isn’t in the past, and it is not anywhere in the future.

The story of Genesis, particularly the first 7 chapters we might say... is taking place in a when, not a place.

And that when is everywhen.