Adam is the static. Adam is the archetype.
Adam is the skeleton before the flesh, the figure before the character.
Adam is empty.
Adam is so lonely he agreed for a rip to be pulled out of him, yet we never hear of his pain.
He is the painless.
He is the unreal.
He is the inadequate patriarch. He has no will of his own.
He is not yet man, just a figment of God’s imagination.