After the archetypal stories of early Genesis have set the prototypical stage of existence, the narrative shifts to a slower and more personal lens in order to track with Abraham. In a very real way, the rest of The Owner's Manual is all about his story, and you're part of it.

The flood of Noah, the tower or Babel, the arc of the story thus far, and the hope embedded deep in each and every human.

After a brief primer on sex, it results in offspring for The First Couple: Cain and Abel. Once their old enough to earn their keep, they finish off their first harvests with sacrifices to YHVH, Cain slaps his together while Abel is more intentional. You know how the chips fall next.

The second of a two part entry, Adam, Eve, the Snake, and God all appear in the season finale with a cliffhanger promise at the close.

Having parsed and unpacked creation all season, here's a two part summary of the whole shebang.

The tempter hasn't changed tactics much since the archetypal scenario in the garden. Even in the undoing of paradise, however, there is mercy.

Paradise is interrupted by the villain we all knew was coming. A master at negativity, exaggeration, and FOMO, the snake capitalizes on the archetypal couple's focus on what they're NOT supposed to do.

Two trees in Eden have mind-blowing influence in the way things are: The Life Tree and The Choice Tree. You may think you've lost your soul before the episode is over, but We've got a Plan that'll take care of that.

The Creator purposefully embeds the gift of several flavors of pleasure throughout our life experience.

Suffice it to say I was bringing you along the whole time over the years, from Day One/Cell One, nurturing and maturing you as My children. Whether Homo Habilis, Erectus, Heidelbergensis, or Sapiens, I was guiding, molding, and leading the human race to reach maturity… Personally, I think that summing up the whole evolutionary process of Our bringing you to life in this way as My molding you with My own hands from dust of the ground, then breathing life into that inert matter is nothing less than literary genius! Let that image sink in: the image of My hands molding you like clay, leaving My fingerprints all over you.