The maize god can be seen in the middle of the canoe being paddled by two gods. At the bow the Old Jaguar signifies the night, and at the stern the Old Stingray represents the day. Not much more we know about the Paddler Gods, but I do wish we did.
Countless books and artifacts have been lost to history, most we will never find. History that stops being copied will eventually be lost. In that regard I need a place to dump the endless notes and conjurations about history that I am constantly writing up.
I’m no scholar, thus I can only promise a bunch of incoherent, scattered thoughts. History above all, occasionally geopolitics, definitively a bit of religious zealotry.