Even the juncture in history and the zeitgeist we live in is something we choose, setting the scene for the spiritual fodder we need to grow and achieve deeper elevation of our souls.

The truth is usually left for us to hunt and gather independently, if we are so inclined.

For some, excavating the past isn’t an adventure, it’s more akin to tearing a Band-Aid off an open wound.

The past is buried deep within the ground in Rabat, although the ancient walls in the old city are still standing, painted in electrifying variations of royal blue that make the winding roads look like streamlets or shallow ocean water.