Keats wrote a poem on first looking into Chapman's Homer. Whitman wrote on hearing the learned astronomer. Fio, more down to earth, wrote on learning that we share 80% of our genome with cows. But she has something to say.
Created in the selfsame way
From the same primordial clay,
Differentiated by the stolen fruit--
A loss, a gain, both absolute.
To grant us grace eternally
God nailed the apple back on the tree.