It’s not a good, it’s a curse. Genesis 3, 17-19. CEB translation:
cursed is the fertile land because of you;
in pain you will eat from it
every day of your life.
Weeds and thistles will grow for you,
even as you eat the field’s plants;
by the sweat of your face you will eat bread—
until you return to the fertile land,
since from it you were taken;
you are soil,
to the soil you will return.
I’m pretty sure “man will toil by the sweat of his brow” is about down there, before you die and (hopefully) go to the paradise, and you don’t have to work in paradise. And anyway I know next to nothing to Christianism, it’s mostly a reference to Scott Alexander (or was it Yudkowsky ? now I’m starting to doubt…) who said something like “the description of christian paradise seems pretty lame, I mean just bask in the glory of god doing nothing for all eternity, you would be bored after two days, but it makes sense to describe that as a paradise if you put yourself in the shoes of the average medieval farmer that toil all day”.
(I did all that from my terrible memories, so apologies if I’m depicting anything wrongly here).
What are you on about Christian Paradise equating not working? The book of Genesis says man will toil by the sweat of his brow. This is a good.
Personal experience tells me I would degenerate under Ubi. I’m clearly meant to work for my daily bread.
It’s not a good, it’s a curse. Genesis 3, 17-19. CEB translation:
Also implies that the curse lasts until death.
I’m pretty sure “man will toil by the sweat of his brow” is about down there, before you die and (hopefully) go to the paradise, and you don’t have to work in paradise. And anyway I know next to nothing to Christianism, it’s mostly a reference to Scott Alexander (or was it Yudkowsky ? now I’m starting to doubt…) who said something like “the description of christian paradise seems pretty lame, I mean just bask in the glory of god doing nothing for all eternity, you would be bored after two days, but it makes sense to describe that as a paradise if you put yourself in the shoes of the average medieval farmer that toil all day”.
(I did all that from my terrible memories, so apologies if I’m depicting anything wrongly here).