But it’s more than that, isn’t it?  The most important things lie too close to where your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away.  And you make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried when you were saying it.  That’s the worst, I think.  When the secret stays locked within, not for want of a teller, but for want of an understanding ear.