You cannot say that the Most Holy One of Israel "never said it", dear BXJW (peace to you!). That it isn't written doesn't mean it did or did not occur. But the truth is that Eve was a babe... and so spoke as a babe. People believe that because they were brought to life at child-bearing age... Adam and Eve also had the intelligence, sensibility, and maturity of a full-grown man and woman. While Adam may have... Eve did not... and there was another one present who knew that. Which is how he was able TO deceive her.
Had she listened... and obeyed... she would have been brought to that maturity, however, as well as to a point where she actually COULD "know" good (life) AND bad (death)... and yet live. She simply jumped the gun. Adam, on the other hand, had attained to a greater level of maturity... and so knew better. He just DIDN'T CARE. He wanted what HE wanted... to be "like" God... and was willing to "sell"... "all that he had"... on behalf of this desirel.
To the detriment of all of mankind who came after him.
Sorry, dear Jewel (peace to you!), but your comparison scenario is totally wrong. Let me help you:
A few months ago you bought a brand new SUV... let's say an Escalade. You have two kids, a boy 15 and a girl 12... neither of which drive. Both are a little dorky... and "late bloomers" when it comes to "worldly" stuff. When you brought the new car home you said, even before either of them asked (you know, just in case), "Don't even think about the driving the car. You don't know how to drive, you don't have a license, and you will get in accident and die."
One day you come home, park it in the garage (one part of which you recently converted into a very cool playroom)... and, after giving it an admiring once over look (because it really IS a good-looking vehicle!)... you run in the house, throw your keys on the counter, and scoot upstairs for a quick shower. Or a number two. Whatever. But you think nothing of it because, well, they never took the car before (although you have seen the girl "eyeballing" the keys every now and again... and so told her an additional time, "Girl, don't even THINK of touching those keys!" - but you've told them enough by now, and you don't need to repeat yourself - they're not infants, after all...).
So, you're taking your time because, well, why rush? What's going to happen? Nothing... right?
Then... you hear brakes screaming, an AWFUL crashing/crunching sound, and a couple of "thuds"! You jump up (or out, whatever) as fast as you can... and you're pretty fast, so you're down there in less than 15 seconds. But... no one's around. No one's to be seen... or heard. No one at all. The Caddie's right there in the driveway, without a scratch on it. You call out, but no answer. Then you hear the bushes rustling and you look... and there are your two bits of pride and joy... hiding. What the...?? So, you ask:
"Hey, why are you guys hiding? Didn't you hear me calling you?"
They come out and P&J Bobby says, "We didn't want you to see us."
"Why?" You ask.
"Because we're hurt!" he responds.
Hurt!!???
They come out of the bushes with their clothes torn and dirt all over them. And you notice that your formerly "perfect" little specimens of pride and joy both have severe bruises!! To keep from going off, you reach for the Escalade to balance yourself and upon touching the hood (bonnet) notice that it's hot! As if someone has very recently (meaning, since you got home) driven it!
You ask: "Did you two take the car??" (Now, mind you, this is a BIG car: 12 valves, seats like 36 people... and could have killed anything in its path, as well as both children!).
Pride and joy Bobby says, "The sister YOU gave me... SHE made me do it!"
You look at pride and joy Cindy and she says, "It was Eddie Haskel! HE tricked me! He said that if I just got behind the wheel I would be like YOU... knowing how to drive... and not kill myself! (Forget that she needed lessons - Eddie "said" so and so it must have been true). But we got bruised when tried to get out because we were in hurry and missed the running board. We knew you would hear the screech and when we banged into the trash cans, so we forgot to look and just jumped!"
So, YOU say... "OUT, you two... NOW! And because you've done this, you are RESTRICTED FROM THE GARAGE... WHICH INCLUDES, YES, THE COOL PLAYROOM! AND... you are on room restriction. You must now spend every day after school cleaning your nasty rooms (which you let go cause it wasn't that big of a deal before, but you gotta give them something to do...). AND... you will walk to school for the rest of your school days!" [Nevermind that the school is less than 6 blocks away... but they really did have it good before: classmates waving as you drove them up, wanting to be their friends and cop a ride, etc. Girls even started looking at Bobby, his pimples not grossing them out as much as they did before. Cindy was asked to hang out with the new cheer squad, cozily called the Pandas. Now, though, all that's over. They now have to hoof it every day... even when it rains... so no one's gonna think they're so cool afterall. AND... to make matter WORSE... they have to clean their rooms... everyday! My gawd, that's hard labor!!!]
AND... to keep them out of the garage/playroom... 'cause you obviously can't trust them anymore... you install a double bolt deadlock for which you have the only key.
Now, they're really only locked out for the rest of the year. But they're teens. And so to THEM... it seems like a lifetime!
THAT, dear Jewel... is the more accurate comparison story.
Peace to you!
A slave of Christ,
SA