"To know that one has a secret is to know half the secret itself."
– Henry Ward Beecher
There are many kinds of secrets.
Secrets to hide guilt. Secrets to protect the innocent. Naughty secrets. Embarrassing secrets. Disturbing secrets.
For me, the most important secrets are the ones we use to describe who we are. They are the collection of small conceits in whose shadow we define ourselves – a silent stream of commentary that is relevant only within the contextual integrity of our inner thoughts. In such relevance is born the idea that we are unique.
To share too many of these secrets is to become less so.