To give utterance to metaphorical truth, as I have just now (in speaking of Eden and of our ‘fall’), when our culture has become so saturated in a discourse of literal truth alone that it is not only suspicious of truth in any other form, but has been conditioned to believe that truth cannot exist in any other form, is to open one’s self, in some quarters, to derision, or to the criticism that one is invested in a cosmology that isn’t to be taken seriously, inasmuch as it cannot be verified by the scientific method, and cannot be proven or disproven, as if knowing a thing with certainty (insofar as certainty in any regard is possible) is the only basis by which a thing can validly accommodate itself to a person’s conception of reality.