'There should be a purpose. For everything. For the injuries we sustained, for the few rights and the thousand wrongs we caused, there should be a reason. God cannot be so selfish, as to let her creatures run so wildly for just no reason', she said while we kept on walking trough the boundaries of what used to be the garden of Eden.
I knew not what to say, so I kept myself silent, following her steps the best I could, trough that wilderness. 'She should be sleeping. We might need to wait 'til she wakes. It'd be rude to wake her, after all she's done for us', she also said.
We reached a plain, where a wheat field was ready to be ripe... I turned my head backwards, looking behind: I could see the boundaries of the jungle we had left a few days ago, but up to the opposite side, towards the horizon --just where an endless line of threes used to mark the lining of a blue river-- now there were only machines; machines of metal, digging the dirt, sawing off the remaining trees, and machines of meat, sons of our sons -- the sons of our own fallen Cane-- operating the other machines, as columns of black smoke rose trough the skies, painting grey a tumultuous, endless city that had grown as a cancer behind, after we started our quest to find God again.
And found her we did: As I closed my eyes --trying to let them escape from the destruction sown in our absence-- I opened them again to see Eve, my wife, on her knees, crying hopelessly.
My first impulse was to run to her side, and comfort her, but suddenly I froze, in awe: There it was The Creator, lying beyond that wonderful field of wheat, blanketed by the reason why everything took a detour to worse as years went by: I passed Eve, and the sorrow that transformed her into a puppet without strings.
I walked trough the brownish tar, the flies, that awful smell that filled my lungs, and stopped where there used to be the lungs of God, my head high, my hand holding what seemed to be one of her ribs, forming a decaying dome, covered in stripes of flesh gone bad... Such a wondrous beast, such a tragical sight... She fell asleep to never come back.
I let the last of my innocences flee into oblivion, as my heart twisted itself on the final confirmation of the truth he knew all trough this time.
I felt some comfort, knowing that I was right: I was all alone in this universe. No higher being to blame, for all the things that went wrong. No deity to ask for those favors that never came along.
As I held the decaying proof of her death in my hand, and in the same air that filled my lungs, I was aware that now I could go back.
I passed Eve, again. 'Where do you go, Adam ?' she asked, leaving her sorrow for a while... 'To my sons, now that I'm wide awake.' My intention was to save them, one at a time. To purge them from the sorrow of a world we allowed to happen, as their parents went on to find God again, to help us set things right once more. I had the intention of releasing them into the sweet nothingness of oblivion, even if I had to do it with my bare hands.
In a world without a God, a father is all that's left behind.