helix, slim width, but very high - ascending to heaven, far
beyond the page's frame.
In practice, of course, he would need several thousands of
such pages to illustrate the proportions between the width and the length of
the DNA, but it was enough for illustration.
"Here." He handed Rabbi Eligad the page.
"You drew only one of them," commented the rabbi,
and handed him the paper. "Draw them both."
"But the other looks the same," claimed Zomy, not
very convincingly.
"Who will you submit half a work to?" asked
Eligad.
"Myself," the answer came quietly. But Zomy
painted, painstakingly, the RNA molecule, linked to the DNA molecule. At the
end of the work he handed the paper back to Rabbi Eligad.
"That's what I thought. What does it look like, my
son?"
Zomy looked, as if for the first time, at the painted
molecules. What does it look like? What does it look like? They were similar to
a lot of things, actually. What did the rabbi mean? Zomy looked up at him,
knowing that the answer would come.
"Genesis, Chapter II, IX. Remember?"
" The Lord God made all kinds of trees grow out of the
ground—trees that were pleasing to the eye and good for food. In the middle of
the garden were the...." Zomy quoted with a nostalgic smile, then quickly
wiped it from his face.
" …The tree of life and the tree of the knowledge of
good and evil...."
*
Cruel Ruler: Are you kidding me?
Mitochondria: Unfortunately, no.
Cruel Ruler: I have nothing to say. Tree of life and tree of
knowledge. This interpretation - I've never heard…
Mitochondria: Now you know, and you’ll write it in your
book.
Cruel Ruler: If it ever gets published.
Mitochondria: When it is published.
Cruel Ruler: You're the one who sees into the future, not me.
Mitochondria: A mistake. I cannot see into the future. I
just...
Mitochondria: I just live a life…
Mitochondria: Doing simulations of my own life.
Cruel Ruler: Trees of life and knowledge. I have to think
about it.
*
"Come on," responded Zomy after a few minutes of
bewilderment. "It doesn’t mean anything."
"Really?" said Rabbi Eligad, his face blank.
"Tree of Knowledge, which is your DNA, soaring to the sky, filled with
information and knowledge, embodying the secret of life. Tree of Life? Equal and
distinct from it, rooted near it, it brings the life, which is written in the
Tree of Knowledge."
"I'm not sure I like this chapter very much," said
Zomy.
"You do not have to like it. You know the rest."
" And the Lord God commanded the man, “You are free to
eat from any tree in the garden; but you must not eat from the tree of the
knowledge of good and evil, for when you eat from it you will certainly
die.”" Zomy continued quoting.
"Thus it is written," sighed Rabbi Eligad.
"And it's my job? That you talked about before? That's
what's written?”
‘ “You will not certainly die,” the serpent said to the
woman. For God knows that when you eat from it your eyes will be opened, and
you will be like God, knowing good and evil.” ‘
Zomy got up from his chair, upset. He walked around the room
restlessly, looking for a place to put his mind at ease. The lemon tree, calm
as ever, met his gaze out of the window. How do fresh lemons, so big and fresh,
ripen at this season, he thought. And where is this tree? He had never seen the
garden in which its roots were.
God knows that, when you eat from it your eyes will be
opened.
Zomy knew the story by heart. There were parts in which he
didn't want to be. Definitely not.
Rabbi Eligad let him rage. Let him think, to turn things in
his head. To remember, give interpretations. Zomy finally returned to the
chair, looking straight at the rabbi.
"So am I the snake? This your intention? That's the
role I fill so wonderfully?"
"No …" Rabbi Eligad chuckled lightly.
"Certainly not, my son. You are too innocent to be a snake. Innocent,
innocent. And too pure." And he continued to giggle for long minutes.
*
Cruel Ruler: So
beyond the page's frame.
In practice, of course, he would need several thousands of
such pages to illustrate the proportions between the width and the length of
the DNA, but it was enough for illustration.
"Here." He handed Rabbi Eligad the page.
"You drew only one of them," commented the rabbi,
and handed him the paper. "Draw them both."
"But the other looks the same," claimed Zomy, not
very convincingly.
"Who will you submit half a work to?" asked
Eligad.
"Myself," the answer came quietly. But Zomy
painted, painstakingly, the RNA molecule, linked to the DNA molecule. At the
end of the work he handed the paper back to Rabbi Eligad.
"That's what I thought. What does it look like, my
son?"
Zomy looked, as if for the first time, at the painted
molecules. What does it look like? What does it look like? They were similar to
a lot of things, actually. What did the rabbi mean? Zomy looked up at him,
knowing that the answer would come.
"Genesis, Chapter II, IX. Remember?"
" The Lord God made all kinds of trees grow out of the
ground—trees that were pleasing to the eye and good for food. In the middle of
the garden were the...." Zomy quoted with a nostalgic smile, then quickly
wiped it from his face.
" …The tree of life and the tree of the knowledge of
good and evil...."
*
Cruel Ruler: Are you kidding me?
Mitochondria: Unfortunately, no.
Cruel Ruler: I have nothing to say. Tree of life and tree of
knowledge. This interpretation - I've never heard…
Mitochondria: Now you know, and you’ll write it in your
book.
Cruel Ruler: If it ever gets published.
Mitochondria: When it is published.
Cruel Ruler: You're the one who sees into the future, not me.
Mitochondria: A mistake. I cannot see into the future. I
just...
Mitochondria: I just live a life…
Mitochondria: Doing simulations of my own life.
Cruel Ruler: Trees of life and knowledge. I have to think
about it.
*
"Come on," responded Zomy after a few minutes of
bewilderment. "It doesn’t mean anything."
"Really?" said Rabbi Eligad, his face blank.
"Tree of Knowledge, which is your DNA, soaring to the sky, filled with
information and knowledge, embodying the secret of life. Tree of Life? Equal and
distinct from it, rooted near it, it brings the life, which is written in the
Tree of Knowledge."
"I'm not sure I like this chapter very much," said
Zomy.
"You do not have to like it. You know the rest."
" And the Lord God commanded the man, “You are free to
eat from any tree in the garden; but you must not eat from the tree of the
knowledge of good and evil, for when you eat from it you will certainly
die.”" Zomy continued quoting.
"Thus it is written," sighed Rabbi Eligad.
"And it's my job? That you talked about before? That's
what's written?”
‘ “You will not certainly die,” the serpent said to the
woman. For God knows that when you eat from it your eyes will be opened, and
you will be like God, knowing good and evil.” ‘
Zomy got up from his chair, upset. He walked around the room
restlessly, looking for a place to put his mind at ease. The lemon tree, calm
as ever, met his gaze out of the window. How do fresh lemons, so big and fresh,
ripen at this season, he thought. And where is this tree? He had never seen the
garden in which its roots were.
God knows that, when you eat from it your eyes will be
opened.
Zomy knew the story by heart. There were parts in which he
didn't want to be. Definitely not.
Rabbi Eligad let him rage. Let him think, to turn things in
his head. To remember, give interpretations. Zomy finally returned to the
chair, looking straight at the rabbi.
"So am I the snake? This your intention? That's the
role I fill so wonderfully?"
"No …" Rabbi Eligad chuckled lightly.
"Certainly not, my son. You are too innocent to be a snake. Innocent,
innocent. And too pure." And he continued to giggle for long minutes.
*
Cruel Ruler: So
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