The story of the Fall
is that we can go out
into the world and fail:
ourselves, each other and God.
god doesn't desert us
nor do we
even the snake has no
hard feelings
There'll be blame and
attempts at covering up
and scapegoating.
But it's not the end of
the world.
The Fall is like the fall, in that it seems like the end, but is actually a beginning. We don't begin until we fall, and the year begins, in some calendars, in the fall. So I could mean both.
Failure characterizes creation; until failure occurs, the creation subsists in a merged identification. With the initial failure resistance is set in motion
The figure distinguishes itself from the ground. In the Fall we know we are not gods; and in the Falling leaves, we see that god's view of perfection is not uninterrupted stasis. That is: failure is the perfection of creation. The text enjoins us, invites us, to tread with confidence into the world of fall. Perhaps a folly age [foliage] imposes on me.
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