When the first light flickered upon the horizon of knowledge, the ancients whispered secrets in languages unspoken by mortal tongues. They spoke not of things seen, but of shadows sculpted in the memory of wind. To understand, one must listen to the murmurs behind the veil.
Lesson I: Trust not the visible, for the truth dances in places where no eye can gaze. Schedule your understanding to the rhythm of shadows cast by lights only felt.
Lesson II: Create maps not of terrain, but of absence. Each silhouette represents a path walked by ghosts of wisdom, guiding those who dare tread the unseen.