Go forth and spread thy divine word, Great Maker.
Also, I'm still considering stats.
The problem is that certain things make sense. A high knowledge would lend itself to war.
“She'd become a governess. It was one of the few jobs a known lady could do. And she'd taken to it well. She'd sworn that if she did indeed ever find herself dancing on rooftops with chimney sweeps she'd beat herself to death with her own umbrella.”
― Hogfather