You, who believe you hold the keys to all the wisdom of the world.
You, who believe that you have the only source, and can portion it, dispense it as if it were a slice of bread, a piece of pie, a section of fruit.
The seeds of the wisdom of the world were forged in ice and fire, life breathed into them with universal elements that swirl around them.
There is not a cage that can hold them, not a lock and key that will keep any box or cage or confinement sealed.
Wisdom is not a hidden treasure locked. Wisdom is a hidden treasure unlocked.
The gaze of the eye into the mirror within, releases that which came before, that which has always been, that which will always be.
There is no cage or key.
You, who believe you control the access. You are still but an infant in this world.