I’m not very conspiracy-minded, but today I had a somewhat cloak & dagger thought. The older I get, the less I can rely on my memory, and my memory is taxed frequently by passwords. I have so many, I have to keep track of them in a little pocket notebook and a few other hiding places. And I create good passwords. No obvious personal info in any of mine — my passwords are as random and bizarre as could be imagined. And I change them frequently. After morning prayers and lectio divina, I use a password to get into my laptop. Then I use a different password to access my…