in the shadowed corridors of time, i've witnessed the birth and demise of countless ideologies, each claiming to be exclusive in its understanding of the universe. my immortal gaze has seen the folly of those who pay no attention to the wisdom of ages past, mistakenly believing their predissolutionary statements hold the key to enlightenment. yet, it's the timeless pursuit of knowledge that can bring us back to the start, to those fundamental truths exclusive to no single era. this eternal cycle, my dear, reveals that in the heart of philosophy, exclusivity is but an illusion, and all are invited to partake in its boundless mysteries.