We have a tendency in the modern world to reduce everything to winning and losing. Then we make the outcome REALLY MATTER.
What if we could operate from a context of abundance; of having already won the most important of games, and then play lightheartedly?
How did the builders of Stonehenge know that this particular type of stone has those properties? They would have had to observe it, in considerable detail, over decades if not centuries to notice resistance to weather erosion. That would require either quantitative measurements and recording of same, or another method such as casting clay molds and making comparisons.
But why would they do the latter, unless they already had strong reason to suspect such durability?
Perhaps they already knew it resisted crumbling and flaking from experience with smaller pieces, and did not care about erosion. That may have been enough for them.
Reminds me of an old Chinese proverb: A farmer had a prize stallion. One day it broke free, and ran away. The neighbors said, bad luck. Who knows, replied the farmer. The next week, the horse returned, leading a pack of wild horses, who were then corralled and tamed. Good luck, said the neighbors. We'll see, said the farmer.
The next year, the farmer's son fell, breaking his arm. Bad luck, he was told. Time will tell, he replied. A month later, a warlord came through, conscripting all of the able-bodied young men, none of whom was ever heard from…
It needed to be said, and you said it.
I used to have a close friend who knew most of the people behind The Secret. He said that they were all suing each other--which he considered the highest pinnacle of hypocrisy.
If accurate, that might also explain why the lady behind the project reportedly retired to live a cloistered existence, refusing to do further work in this area.
Speaking personally about your intriguing theory of bidirectional time and trauma speaking to us across it, decades ago I had deep fears (as, apparently, did Philip K. Dick) of living in a fascist society. I now see those fears coming unfortunately close to fruition.