The Bird’s Song
The bird’s song sleeps. The cicadas cacophonous chatter - so loud you might miss it. They sing in intervals incessant. What are they chanting? To whom do…
The Great Forgetting and the Crisis of Modernity
Many years ago, a man, who was hiking along the arduous path of life’s journey to reach the high summit behind which the sun cast its bright…
Remembering Mycenae
Much have I roamed through labyrinthine land, Minding matters of man’s clandestine mien: Myths marked by incipiency unseen, ‘Til modern minds usurp and reprimand. Have I been…
