Where Are You, Adam

Adam did not exist until God called his name. He was an unpolished clayware retaining his fragile spirit in it. He was a naked man who enjoyed everything in the Garden of Eden while breathing refreshing air stepping on the clouds, walks between sun, moon, and stars. Adam became a man of self after God called him by name, until then, he was being without realizing ontological his self. In fact, since the time he started to hide his privy parts with a fig tree leaf he may faintly have begun to recognize his self; thus far, no one assured his being to him, though he may exist, he did not exist as himself, the Adam; and it’s just like, a baby is a baby unless he has his own name, after parents name the baby, he becomes a person of the personality that no one can claim him otherwise. Is that why unhappy Adam picked and bit the forbidden fruit? Is that why the backward Adam covered his private parts with the fig tree leaf? Is that why the frightening Adam hid himself under the shade of a tree? From the moment he realized himself as being, he lived the real life of a man, a man of mental anguish and physical hardship who hangs on to the end of a thread called “hope” that is finer and more feeble than silk while looking on heaven above.