Atto story [First Apple]

Between Dante’s Paradise and Milton’s Hell, in a slowly decaying Limbo, you can find the human inertia towards the impossibility of Utopia. There, there is where she captured the shadow of the apple, pressed the juice out of it and imprinted its DNA on cellulose fabric, back to the tree that once it belonged to…

But how is this even possible? Because plants can live indefinitively if conditions are suitable by their modular, never ending ageing meristems? Or is it related to the Genesis and how we forgot the need to understand good and evil from the Tree of Knowledge, that the Serpent was the idea of God, that the punishment of pain, toil and death were not but part of non-mutually exclusive opposite events, that we humans grow old but our actions can ripple in time and perdure, that we held the apple but its taste didn’t endure?

…death, or transformation, living indefinitively by their never ending ageing, holding good and evil by a different type of hand… when life events are mutual non-exclusive possibilities beyond this pale blue dot.

Thank you Elise… for the art of discovery