Naked, Naked, Naked, Naked

Haha made you look!
I am ashamed to be naked. Even if I was 0% body fat and well muscled I believe I would hate to be naked. Why? Because I have knowledge. I know things about myself and others. For instance, I know that there are those whose bodies are considered perfect. Really. We even have a ranking system. A perfect body is a ten and anything less goes down from there. It sucks to be a zero. The fact of the matter is that even before the Fall man was naked. You know about the Fall right? It was that big event that happens in the first few pages of the Bible. It's that story that starts out happy and wonderful and before you even get to know the characters they become all messed up. Then as the story continues we read how these messed up people become a whole nation of messed up people who have all these opportunities to set things straight, but mess up again. Then as the story draws to a close the Author tells us we are messed up as well and that the story has been about me the whole time.
Anyway, the point I was making is that after this Fall the two main characters are now naked. I thought they were naked the whole time but the truth is they were covered. The love of God was so powerful, so intense, so real, that it actually covered them. They not only didn't know they were actually naked, but couldn't even see it. They couldn't see their own nakedness nor the nakedness of the other. Imagine a love like that.

I've got to get myself a good covering. Or maybe I already have one or two laying around somewhere. Now where did I put that covering?