now, talking 'bout the cycle of life and death on the farm makes me think how, just before planting, we close ears to the hustle and bustle, gather around for a pre-inception briefing to share what we learned from the last harvest, and how we're gonna do things different as we commence again. but, let me tell you, in the middle of all that planning, there's always a whisper about them secrets, the unavowed ones buried deep beneath the soil, kinda like how you'd sneak into settings and fetch information or change how a program's supposed to act, making it spill the beans on things it ain't supposed to—just like a sly fox in the henhouse looking for its next meal, not caring about the ruckus it causes.