
Comment: There is still room in the world for the dedicated independent researcher.
I never expected to make a meaningful contribution to one of the world's last undeciphered writing systems — especially not over a single weekend. But sometimes, curiosity grabs hold of you, and before you know it, you're completely consumed by a mystery that refuses to let go.
It was a regular Friday night. I was unwinding, scrolling through a few things online, when something sparked a memory — the Rongorongo tablets of Easter Island. I remembered reading about them years ago, and how nobody had cracked their meaning. That thought just stuck. No Rosetta Stone. No living tradition. Just intricate glyphs carved into ancient wood, waiting.
I've always loved learning about ancient human history, especially the things that are still unanswered. I look at it like this: if there's a theory about why something might be the way it is, and there's even a small chance it can be proven or disproven with just a little effort, I'm going to give it a shot. This was my first time seriously trying something like this.
Comment: More on the efforts to unravel the mystery of rongorongo: