If I fall to the flesh I am not that momentary man, but still a child of the most high God. I am born of the second Adam who chose, though He had knowledge of good and evil, walked a perfect path without defect or deviation.
It has been said that you could capture a flea and out it in a jar with a lid on it and it will learn not to jump so high as to hit the lid. Then when you remove the lid, it's life is dictated by it's experiential limits.
This is how it is with me. I was born into a jar with a lid on it being taught the constraints and limits caused by sin, the fall, my flesh instead of the knowing the freedom of ownership, stewardship of the earth, the kingdom I was born to rule in.
I learned to walk within the boundaries of the world fallen filled with traps and pitfalls. Born to live by the sweat of my brow, not the authority I was born for. Born to live within the same boundaries that those who taught me are bound to, emulating their interaction, their fear, their bondage imagined.
Now I have been born of the spirit. Born of a second Adam and I, too, am now without defect, though my flesh has memories of it and longs the for the safety and security the bonds.
Now I am free from the natural boundaries and definitions that were sides on the box. I am learning evermore to walk out from beneath the curse that I was born under and into a world of freedom from sin and fleshly hungers. Born again with a natural mind, learning to invoke His harvest and be the lord over it in His name. Learning to rule and reign over every creature as I am given a choice to reign or die the pauper that the despiser hopes with nothing but empty pride, a bell with no clapper