There used to be a rule among reporters: the likelihood of a secret being kept is the inverse of the number of people who know that secret. The rule still exists; it’s the reporters who disappeared, replaced by demographically selected persons hired to preen before television cameras or write stories intended to maintain the woke *bona fides* of themselves and their publications.
A number of years ago, after having one — in a secular, not religious context — it hit me that the best working definition of an “epiphany” is the instant when the obvious is recognized.