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In the beginning, he was unruly and proud – a man of war, clad in sparkling bronze, with bull-horns upon his long-crested helmet. Mean and lean, he fought like a madman for glory and for plunder. He was quick to leap for joy and not ashamed to cry. Life was good and death was bad.  When the great palaces of gold fell into ruin and disrepair, he retreated to the city: and there,...

Naked, I stood trembling and in awe before the terrible and magnificent Throne of Judgement. How long had I been there, huddled in a ball of regret and shame? I had just arrived yet I had always been there. A staircase of translucent ivory towered before me, rising into unfathomable heights that defied the very dimension of space. Its every step was flanked by turbulent flames of gold, emitted...

Every aspect of a pharaoh’s life was designed to be an allegory, an imitation, of celestial things. When he wedded his queen, he was not just a temporal ruler entering into a social institution so as to produce the heir to the throne – he was Osiris incarnate and she was his beloved Isis, the one who would ensure his resurrection.  Even in the last days of the pharaonic rule's...

The 2016 Olympic Games of Rio are upon us. Are you excited? Are you really excited? No? I thought as much. But why is that? Unless you’re a professional athlete, related to one, or someone directly involved in the Olympic Games industry, you probably have no reason or motivation to actually watch the events.  Even though I live a stone’s throw from ancient Olympia, the...

“Oh, wow! You look like a Greek god!” – that, right there, is one of the best compliments a guy could ever hope to receive at any given period throughout history. Of course, five or ten years down the road, his once doe-eyed sweetheart would probably change her mind to something like “Oh, my! You look like a goddamn Greek!”, but that’s a whole different...