
The apple is a metaphor for something we lost long ago. It is described in the Bible as a loss of innocence. Adam and Eve suddenly knew they were naked. Cain kills Able. The rest is history. Maybe it did happen this way. Perhaps there was an obelisk that appears one morning. We scratch ourselves, eat a bug from our neighbor and suddenly discover that if we take a stick, and whack him on the head, he dies. (Ask any SciFi geek if you need help on that one.) We really don't need an apple to pull it off, to become who we really are.
Maybe we are who we are. Maybe we are just animals. At least we were before we got the idea that our actions make a difference in the world. There was a time when we whacked somebody's head it just was something we did. Only when we developed the ability to realize that whacking heads resulted in our friends or mates disappearing from our lives that we though perhaps there is a better way. And we found a better way when enough us stopped whacking heads long enough to form a tribe, a village, and a nation. I hope we find a way real soon to stop whacking nations.