The garden is a cool place. It was pure and the finest spot on earth. However, we men trusted a woman and led us to our doom through exhile. This is why churches don't want to have women in charge. They cannot be trusted. They took us away from the garden, and we are tyring to get back there. Cause it was awesome. However, I think the story was probably written by a male and why would a male write about himself eating the fruit. Let's blame the woman! There's always a woman to blame, but I know. It's my own damn fault.