We all have secrets. Some of us live comfortably with them while others find pain in what they choose not to disclose. Regardless, secrets have a will of their own. They long to burst forth like sprouts or, according to the fearful, to explode like grenades. Their power, however, lies within each of us. It only exists if we grant it. Without being enabled, a secret is no more powerful than the slightest breeze, the first hint of daylight or the whisper of a tiny child.