A long time ago there was a man called Adam who had a wife named Eve.  They lived in a pretty ideal place.  So ideal it was called the Garden of Eden.  Sounds quite nice, doesn’t it?  During this time, they experienced a tremendous amount of learning and growth.

During this idyllic time they spoke a perfect language.  Their language was not given to misunderstandings or misinterpretation.   It was absolute.  It did not contain whimsy or emotion for subjective interpretation.  It was perfectly understood between the communicator and receiver.

As we all know, the time came when they received an eviction notice and had to leave their beautiful home.  Then they started having children.

One of their children decided to manipulate the perfect language a little bit.  “I hear it like this,” he said, “one, two, three, one, two, three, one, two, three…” and thus, music was born.

Another of their children said, “And I hear it like this: one, two, one, two, three; four, five, four, five, six…” and thus, poetry was born.

The perfect language began to be diluted.  It became polluted as it became more subjective.  Finally, their posterity decided to build a huge tower.  That didn’t work out so well for them and consequently, the people separated into groups.  As they did so, the perfect language was replaced once and for all.  No longer was it perfect and absolute.  Instead, it was based on imagery, feeling, and emotion.  Miscommunication became common.  The new language could hurt as well as it could heal.  It even started wars.

But the perfect language was never completely lost. A touch of it is still found in everything around us.  It could never be fully destroyed because it is truth.  Instead, it was studied under a new heading called ‘Math.’  Surprised?  The fact is one plus one will always equal two.  That cannot be disputed.  Those that study the subject never realize how close to heaven that are actually catching a glimpse of.

After all these years, it is a subject studied in school.  Most hate it because they do not understand it.  “I’ll never use this again,” they say because the serpent whispers this lie in their ear to discourage them.  The truth is you will always use it in one form or another.   It is the remnant of the perfect language.