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What remains of Edith Finch, what a game. I played through it twice just to let the full experience set in, and I would gladly play through it again or even several times more. I cannot begin to describe the way this game can make you feel, it truly has to be seen to be…

Lord Buddha was born as the son of Suddhodana and Mayadevi at Lumbini near Kapilavastu. He was named Siddhartha, that is, ‘He who has accomplished his purpose’. Suddhodana invited a rishi to see the royal child. On seeing the child the rishi prophesied, ‘ The supernatural signs indicate that the newborn child will bring deliverance…

This poem was taken from a book called Inscapes. Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not…

The following poem was taken from a book called Inscapes. He is quick, thinking in clear images; I am slow, thinking in broken images. He becomes dull, trusting to his clear images; I become sharp, mistrusting my broken images. Trusting his images, he assumes their relevance; Mistrusting my images, I question their relevance. Assuming their…

I find myself watching videos and movies now and thinking “we had it so good”. The lockdwown has given me new perspectives on many aspects of life I had previously taken for granted. I am lying about taking it for granted, but I certainly did not do many things as often as I would have…

I recently came across a number of people who make me question the level of general sanity that pervades our daily lives. One such individual is Chalya Bitrus. A mediocre writer whose expressions on feminism echo the footfalls of those very few unsuccessful ones who did nothing but hurt the movement. Do not worry I…

An Artificial Language Another possible legacy of Tiahuanaco, and of the Viracochas, lay embedded in the language spoken by the local Aymara Indians – a language regarded by some specialists as the oldest in the world. In the 1980s Ivan Guzman de Rojas, a Bolivian computer scientist, accidently demonstrated that Aymara might be not only…

On the 15th of April this year I posted an a piece called Tears For The Past, an excerpt from Graham Hancocks book, Fingerprints of The Gods. This is part two. What might we learn if we could examine this very old jewel today? And how old was it really? We shall never find out…