We all take pleasure in the satisfaction of appetites. But, occassionally, we take a step back and notice that those satisfactions as satisfactions are conditions of duress, compulsions in the most literal sense. Take another step back and life itself appears as something forced upon us against our will. These encounters with the unwilling horizon of will are nauseating. Thus, my lunch-induced thoughts this pleasant afternoon. And, somehow, Adam and Eve came to mind--uninvited. We think of them (and I am not proselytizing, but considering a myth) without want locked up there in their garden. All the fruits of the trees, all the luscious nakedness. But if their every need were satisfied, they were not free of want. What, then, is the fall? The recognition of want: want as pain? And is that not just disillusionment?