Some of us learn what a few know, but only a few of us are born to teach the many, ...

... whose visions are clouded beyond the patterns of time. a concept that become the shackles of confinement. -@yangyanje (i went for a walk one night only to discover a theme in a town linked to time travel. every farm house had carneval puppet with messages. there was even a time machine build from old car parts. something strange when you think about entanglement and superposition, tunelling and other boundaries of application limiting our spectrum of perception?) once knowledge becomes common, it looses it's abstraction? like ripples across our species collective consciousness, that eases adaptation? yet aren't we all too young to know everything?