By ice rivers
Just as suicide is the most sincere form of self-criticism, repressed memory is the sincerest form of secrecy and sometimes the latter leads to the former especially in the realm of terrible secrets suddenly recalled from a formerly impregnable vault.
Do we truly have any secrets other than those we've repressed. Is there something about us that we know that nobody else knows? Haven't we shared almost everything. Isn'it likely that somebody knows what we didnt know they knew about us and which we thought was somethng that only we knew and that somebody has been telling everybody else and now everybody knows what we thought was our secret and we still don't know that everybody knows.
Then we find out that our secret is all over town when somebody who doesn't know that it was us with the secret in the first place tells us about the secret they heard about somebody from everybody.
Yes, this is the situation that drives us all to despair.
Yet it can be avoided by following three simple rules;
1) When you're in the shit keep your mouth shut
2) never tell anyone everything you know about anything.