Paradise: a story

In our world there is a story, almost never told word-for-word, but oft repeated in some thin disguise.

The story goes that once, there existed a Paradise...of sorts. It was a garden, created by a powerful being, who put all sorts of wonderful things in the world in it. - at any rate, the two people, a boy and a girl, whom he had put into it, and had lived in it all their lives, considered it so. But one day, another wise and great being gave the girl who lived in Paradise an apple, that would give her wisdom and knowledge equal to the one who had created her and her Paradise. The maker of the Paradise had told her not to eat it, but in a bold step of faith, she did.
After she ate it, she saw the garden with new eyes - not as Paradise, but as Prison, with high walls surrounding the garden, and guards at every gate. She realized her own potential, all that could be done to create a true, better Paradise, outside the limits of the maker. She saw past all the lies and confinements set up by the maker. And she set out to teach everyone to see with her eyes, and to know the truth of her so-called Paradise.

I live in this world, a descendant of her descendants, surrounded by the realizations of her potential. I live in the new Paradise, created by her and her children.
And there is hardly anything of Paradise about it. We have been trying to recreate Paradise for ourselves for thousands of years, and have failed.

But I know the secret: without the Maker, no Paradise can exist.