I got in trouble during Sunday morning Bible school (where they dumped the kids during mass so they wouldn’t distract the adults) for asking where Cain and Abel’s wives came from.
Did they marry their sisters? Were there other people in the world, so maybe Adam and Eve weren’t the first? Did yahweh use the rib trick again?
Me too, constantly, for asking questions. I legit wanted to understand, I was too young to be skeptical yet, but after a few months I learned well that asking questions was not only unwelcome but would be subtly punished so I just started zoning out, and it carried over to when I was allowed to attend mass. That whole part of my young life is a weird void of daydreaming in pews while grownups chant and mumble. The Lord’s Prayer, while lovely in intent, to this day reminds me of nothing more that a room full of hissing snakes, because that’s what it sounds like if you aren’t really listening. Kind of a Death Eaters vibe.
Yeah, I scratch my head at “There were Adam and Eve, and they had two sons. And from that, the entire world got populated.” No matter which scenario you run that through, it’s a weird one.
Speaking of popularized Greek myths (plus a version where the romance is delightful and the dicks finally get some comeuppance…) not ashamed to say I got totally hooked on Lore Olympus with it’s charming, color-coded midcentury aesthetic.