Same world. But now told from inside.

A garden, somewhere east. Rivers running through it. Trees of every kind — and in the middle, two trees with strange names.

The tree of life.

The tree of the knowledge of good and evil.

A man, made out of dust. Set down in the garden to take care of it. Given one rule.

"From every tree of the garden you may freely eat. But not from that one."

The man begins his work. Names the animals — every kind — one by one. Lion. Eagle. Donkey. Each one finds a partner. Lions, in pairs. Eagles, in pairs. Donkeys, in pairs.

The man — alone.

For the first time in the entire book, the voice of God says something it has not said before. Up until this moment, everything was good, very good, all good.

Now:

"It is not good."

"It is not good that the man should be alone."

The man falls into a deep sleep. The voice takes a rib from his side and from it shapes a woman.

The man wakes up. Sees her. And speaks the first human words ever spoken in scripture.

They are not commands. They are not prayers.

They are poetry.

"This is now bone of my bones, and flesh of my flesh."

The first "not good" in the Bible. Not about evil. Not about danger.

About one human, alone.

And the answer to it — another human, beside him.