7A lamp was lit when Adam rose from the clay, took a golden apple into his trembling hand and gazed into a forbidden world he had not before seen. The Gods allotted him six days of creation and no more. Each day is a thousand years, each year a verse in the Torah, each verse a whisper of our fallen fate. The leaves of this fearful book lie on two sides of an ancient grove. An evil serpent drapes the flowing coils of her intoxicating beauty from the tangled branches of the Tree of Knowledge and seduces all those who are destined to die. A flaming sword guards the ten twisted limbs of the tall Tree of Life from desperate trespassers seeking to climb this mysterious ladder to the Gods so that they might live another year beyond the six thousand steps to the grave. In this divided garden, separated by an endless abyss, two giants were bred, angry twins slashing their arms and kicking their feet to tear at each other in their mother's weary womb. These would father warring tribes who will summons a great storm at the end of time to flood the world with blood and wet the serpent's thirsty tongue with the scaly souls of her children. The sanguine sea will wash away the empty shells and deposit them into the dark waters of chaos from whence they fell on the first and brightest day. But all of this is but a bad dream from which we must arise and waking open our eyes to see that the Gods Who Hate Us are but an illusion cut from a tattered veil of lies that loses its form and substance in the light of reason and truth. They only have power over us when they are hidden and we are afraid or asleep. This book lifts the rocks under which they hide and lets you see how small, hateful and absurd these writhing worms which dry up in the sunlight truly are.