One weekend last December, I sat down to read the Bhagavad Gita, a book about which I had heard many speak, praising its profundity and wisdom.

And as I read it, I realised exactly what they meant. I could not put it down. Every page had verses that leapt out at me, hit me full on with challenging and mind-blowing insights into the nature of this reality, of God and the bind in which we find ourselves because we misundertand both.

And it changed me. My path now follows a different course.