They've constructed an ideal image of themselves that they convey to their creator and the judgmental eyes of the world and they've grown to believe it. But as they grow, so do their minds. So, bless them for their vivid dreams and loose morals, as they constructed a world of their own that had a sense of comfort and familiarity.
He watched them for a while, and he hadn't realized that the truth bleeds through uncertainty. An idea of truthfulness, that goes way back to creation, wherein curiosity, at some point, conjured a conclusion that in times of madness, there is always a breath of sanity. It was in that moment, that it was all a vivid dream. And in this society, a dream can only mean a divine token. In their eyes, however, there's nothing bad nor good when anything happens.
They've munched their forbidden fruits like candy bars. But Mother Nature does not weep—only heaven does—because there's nothing bad about it.