There is power in knowledge we say. Hands sunk into pages, curling under typography and quill scratch to drag out the secrets someone else left behind. There is power in knowledge we say. Tapping at temples to indicate something more locked away under synapse and cell, a threat that the safety could easily be clicked off. There is power in words we say, even ones unheard. Loose lips spill secrets, cost lives, loose wars… then again, clever ones can do just the same.