Without Stain

Without Stain

A meditation by Elena Martinz “Is it true that God forbade you to eat the fruit of the tree of knowledge?” The voice came from an undefined point. The voice was different from that of her Father. He did not seem to want to ask a simple question, but rather question something. He could have very well added “but come on, you can’t be serious!” It seemed that the stranger wanted to gossip. The girl did not answer. Why would she reveal to a stranger something that did not concern him? The voice became more insistent: “Come on I don’t want to hurt you. It was just a question. A curiosity, let’s say.” The girl turned around, thinking she had heard a rustle. She would never have revealed anything, just for curiosity’s sake. There was no...