I have done the one thing that God forbade man to do.
Even now the juices of that fruit still dries on my chin.
From my curiosity, I now see the world in ways that others can not.
But how do they not see?
Look up, look down, look around!
Don’t you see it?
Everything!
This world is filled with tastes, textures , odors, sights and sounds that inspire pain and joy.
And from those sensations produces ecstasy that is like no other.
But with those sensations comes confusion.
How does one make sense of the world filled with so much?
How does one make sense of a world that when you open your eyes, is filled with only chaos.
And when you open your eyes you see that order is as frail as the babe born yesterday.
And when you open your eyes, you find that people are as ignorant as that babe.  
Why do they not question there place in a world like this?
How can they wake up every day and never ask themselves why?
When you open your eyes you see that the world we live in makes as much sense as the archer shooting arrows towards the sky.  
And when you try to make sense of it, by asking those around you.
They only look at you with confusion and contempt.  
They ask you why you ask these questions.
They ask you why the answers of gods and monsters isn't satisfactory for you.
Why do they not want the world to be rational?
Why are they content with watching the shadow of the sun when the real sun is outside the cave they dwell in?
That cave is comfort to all, but it is not life.  
Life is what happens once you see the world.
Once you’ve seen all the marvelous facets that the world has to offer.
But how do you explain the joy of having the grass under your feet to a person who only knows the touch of stone?
How do you explain the cool touch of water to a man who has only been given water sparingly on the tongue?
How to you explain the warmth of fire to he who only has has the chill of solitude to console him?
To explain the taste of that fruit which is logic is to explain life to a man content with shadows.
And now I see why God on high forbade man to take of that fruit.
For all it brings is melancholy.