when i think about shipwrecks, i imagine a big treasure chest at the bottom of the ocean waiting to be discovered, and it's like we have to start from the top of the water and dive all the way down. the ocean is like a big book with esoteric stories hidden inside, and the shipwrecks are special pages. we can't just pass by them; we need a magical key to understand their secrets. this key is like a framework, not made of metal, but of courage and curiosity, and though the word predisjunctive sounds super complicated, it reminds me that every adventure has its own special path that we need to find.