DESMOND

  "Manuscripts after manuscripts, stories after stories, artefacts after artefacts, temples after temples. So long is the chain of ancient wisdom, each linked with the other. But if we trace back this chain, where will it take us? Back to the roots or to more confusing metaphors and darkness? The original picture of ancient wisdom and ancient life must be entirely different than what we now imagine it to be because the ancient temples all around the world that stand lifelessly before us today have lost their prime meaning and purpose. The great important monuments are today just spots for tourist visits. We certainly have no clue what life was like in those days, especially during the era when religious consciousness was at its peak, roughly 7000 years ago or even before. Those were the days in which people had a deeper spiritual and psychic connection to the universe. We certainly cannot imagine the state of mind that people had in those days. We can definitely picture what life

Diary of a murderer. Loved him, Loved him with all my heart. Jolly he was. Excited and passionate. Beautiful and carefree. Innocent and charming. Playful and funny. Watched him daily, and kept an eye on him. For his safety, I was always around him. To look after him. To hold his back in difficult times. He was a living gem never wanted to lose him. Always knew he deserved the best. Regardless of whatever it was he always deserved the best. His eyes couldn't see his body. He never knew that he had a body of a devil. He of unaware of it. Although devil I have always seen innocence and love in his eyes. God knows why some beautiful soul like him would emboid itself in such a scary and ugly body. Smile decipher everything. In The little moments, we had together I could never forget that innocent, sweet and spiritful smile. It was the smile that I loved the most. It was that smile that energize my soul. Years passed by and the devil grew up. People started to mistreat him. No one paid a