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By TED ROBERTS, the SCRIBBLER ON THE ROOF<\/em><\/p>\n

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But these weren\u2019t His main concerns. It was that last two-legged mammal that disturbed His desire for perfection. Had He properly designed the human heart with enough survivalism balanced by enough love to make the creature walk in His ways? There must be a harmony of love and survival. A little trickier than carving the Himalayas.<\/p>\n

Could Adam see and resist evil? To do so he must carry this balance within him. But of equal consequence, would he climb the banana tree and give the last banana to a hungry, hairy monkey, his kinsman? Not good for perpetuating His species, a scheme the Creator had hardwired into all creatures \u2013 except this new, human replica of Himself. Who could picture a wolf passing a tasty squirrel to an emaciated young tiger cub?<\/p>\n

Too much \u201ckindness\u201d upset the balance of species. Some would simply disappear. Better not breathe that rulebook into their breed. Let the stronger prevail \u2013 the more likely to continue the species.<\/p>\n

The Lord looked down at His creation and listened thoughtfully to the chattering, bellowing, and yapping of the beasts, as well as the bickering of the world\u2019s first newlyweds. Eve was shouting that Adam should sweep out the cave. \u201cUnclean, unclean, unclean,\u201d she was hollering. She was only one day old, so her store of words was limited \u2013 limited to under a dozen. She most often used \u201cunclean\u201d and \u201clet\u2019s eat\u201d. Adam, with his head start in life had a fatter vocabulary, but he only repeated a single word, \u201cNo, no, no\u201d.<\/p>\n

The Lord was appalled. The chatter from his multi-creatured world was disturbing. Something was missing. Sweet, soothing sounds of beauty \u2013 melodies, like the music that came from the birds. That<\/em><\/strong> was the answer.<\/p>\n

Thereupon, HE struck Adam with a flash of inspiration \u2013 He put a song in his new, empty but spacious head. A song! Music \u2013 like the newly made nightingale sang. Musical notes in a pleasing sequence. But the winged creatures listened in envy to Adam. Even the rodents scratching around the cave stopped and listened. What new adornment to Eden was this? Were not sun, moon, and stars, lush greenery, silver streams, and trees heavy with sweet fruit enough? Adam smiled to see Eves anger melt away \u2013 replaced by a smile. The song, long sought by biblical scholars is still unidentified. But most researchers have ruled out the rock and roll category.<\/p>\n

Eve stopped her plea in mid sentence. What was that melodious sound? Unlike Adam\u2019s poorly chosen words, it touched her soul \u2013 a magic elixir. It calmed and relaxed her like the fermented grapes she had earlier discovered and tasted. The dispute dissolved and they embraced. A magic moment, music was born. And the all-wise Creator immediately foresaw its tranquilizing effect on a contentious creation necessarily founded on survival.<\/p>\n

There had to be a balm that soothed the verbal and physical encounters of the multitudinous two-legged species that would flow from the embrace in the cave. Eve was happy. What harm in a little dust and a few sticks and stones? \u201cThanks for the rib,\u201d she whispered in Ada\u2019s ear. And Adam waved a fond goodbye as he departed to swing from the trees of Eden with the apes. Music had drowned with sweet sound the first human quarrel. Adam and a gazillion descendants never forgot that lesson. Thank you, Sir, for that most valuable of gifts. It even beats the splendor of starlit nights and windy Spring days.<\/p>\n

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