the constant gardener (or blood on our hands)

isn't that what humans do? live with blood on our hands? live in sin? write our conduct of to man's corruption: original sin. and suddenly our actions are not out of place because we are defect. in a state of fallen grace. is that what we do? is that the state we live in? is that the story You were told? because i too heard that story.
but i also heard another story. this wasn't a story about humans, but we were in it. and it doesn't paint us red with blood or fallen from our grace. it isn't a picture of humanity lost, defeated, killing or dying. it is the story of a living world. of humanity living in the world. really, like it was meant to be. this world was put here for everything on it. it was put here by everything on it. without all the plants and animals, water, air, earth and fire there would not be a mother earth, there would not be any humans. but is it the story of our debt? a story of our debt to all the things on God's green earth? because we certainly own our existence to everything else. or is it the story of our duty? our duty as such a conscious, curious and innovative species to repay that debt by uplifting the entire world. i have heard a story where humanity never left the garden of eden, and i have heard a story where humanity actually learns to be the gardener.