In the beginning, there was harmony. All was good, and all was right with existence. All of God’s creation was in perfect communion with God. It was rightly called Paradise.
Humanity forgot its nature. It wished to be greater; it wished to be separate. With an act of disobedience, it brought forth a new creation: separation. A crack in the glass, stain on the cloth, splinter in the wood.
Perfect communion was gone, an irreparable break left in its place.
The first sin. Paradise lost.
Separation compounds. It begets only itself. Humanity moves further from God; from creation; from community; from itself. It knows not its way. It is rightly called Fallen.
A reminder of its great nature: Incarnation; God made flesh; a bond renewed, intensified, perfected. God wished to be one. With an act of obedience, they were once again: reconciliation. The crack, the stain, the splinter no more; renewed once and for all.
Perfect communion can return, a bridge had been built.
The last sacrifice. Paradise found.
