“If Eve had written Genesis, what would she have said about the first night of human love?
Eve would have begun by making it clear that she was not born from anyone’s rib, nor did she know any serpents, nor did she offer anyone apples, and God never told her that giving birth would hurt or that your husband would tell you what to do. All those stories were just lies Adam told the press.” Eduardo Galeano, from his book Upside Down.
If Eve had written Genesis the disconsolate flicker would be just that, a flicker; the moonbeam would cast moonshadow in sync with the child's mooring of play; the capital of shine would prance about in other capitals, all shucking class. If Eve had written Genesis would she have stopped mid way and utter a soul ful harp, a glitterful cup of wilful lore of shame that crusts her, chucks her rhyme and seems benevolent enough for traffic to flow, for greens to align with the pink?