Like zombies, we pursue some twisted love (forbidden; defined by emotion). Like zombies, we pursue some twisted wealth (dishonestly or obsessively gained to the neglect of all else). Like zombies, we pursue some twisted fame (self-deity). Like zombies, we pursue some twisted happiness (idolatry). And we, in more democratic societies, go around patting each other on the backs, granting each other overly broadly-defined “rights” like life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness–like zombies, ever twisting and perverting our universe–a violence beyond comprehension (for “life” can mean we value ours over theirs, “liberty” can mean the ability to do whatever we want, and “happiness” can mean whatever we choose to satisfy ourselves). But also, like zombies, we’re perfectly blind to the fact that we are zombies.

We murdered ourselves when we ate the fruit. And we all did. It wasn’t just Adam and Eve. They ate fruit and tried to be gods. We lie. We pervert. We seek our own pleasure and happiness–idol: ourselves. We fantasize ourselves to be gods. Gnawing on the extremities of others–even our own–as they also chew ours. All the while–committing high treason against the ruler and creator of our universe.