The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heav’n of hell, a hell of heav’n

I wished for simplicity. Easier, I thought. And perhaps in some ways it is. But there's something lost along the way.

It's as if Eve attempted reentry to the Garden after having eaten the fruit of knowledge and been cast from it. It's as if God, by some seemingly great mercy, actually allowed her back in. And Eve, after having yearned for the ease and luxury of the life in the Garden, after longing to be granted entrance to that place wherin she once existed blissfully unaware of outside life, is finally given re-access. And she goes on to live there again.

But she is soon dissatisfied with her life - she now cannot stop thinking of the small joys of life outside the Garden. Certain victories cannot be won if there are no battles to be fought. Life in the garden is not the same now that she has learned from the knowledge of the tree. She cannot enjoy the same simplicity as she did before.

If God had truly wanted to punish Adam and Eve, he would have granted them return to the Garden after living outside for a number of years. At least in the harsh wild they had their hopes of returning. They clung to dreams of perhaps someday existing in paradise once more. If they were made to return, they would realize that paradise was lost to them, that they they would never be truly happy again, and that their utopia had only existed as a direct result of their ignorance and innocence...those things that were unobtainable by them for the rest of all time no matter how long they lived, or how hard they tried. 

Truth is, once you've transcended a certain level, you can't return. You can't. Unless you forget. That's the only way- and to forget it, well, that's nigh impossible.