I feel like a child who has been playing in the woods not far from home, who has suddenly stumbled upon a giant, abandoned candy store. Something grand, from the 1950s perhaps, with tall, white-washed wooden walls and glimmering glass through which the delicacies within could not only be enticingly seen, but also smelled. I’ve always read Genesis as an archaic myth, a story about humanity which is so out of date as to have lost all value. “People didn’t... Read more