Bread. All this for... bread. Of all the blimey things... bread!
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I haven't read all of them because it's a Friday night and I have plans, so don't shoot me if it turns out some of them are more evil than others. But it's all in there, if you are looking for background material for your next Kafka novel.
Take your secrets, write them down, and bury them. Let them return to the earth, and dissolve. Your secrets do not matter. The world goes on, the trees grow, the soil renews. Keep moving forward.