Whatever is unconscious within us—our shadow self, to deploy a Jungian term—will express itself in our behaviour. Perhaps we’ll be shocked, puzzled or ashamed by this. Buddy cavils, “That’s not me!”
Luther’s theological ejaculation “Sin boldly” confronts the problem of secretiveness. Hiddenness is an obscurity, a fearfulness, vastly worse in our imagination than what is hidden. We cannot love what we do not see.
The whole idea is to live an unconcealed life. To live as we were made. To live fearlessly.
There are no secrets. Are you alone on Faraway Beach? The sand is a massed choir. The stones whisper to one another.
The truth is loveable as a lamb but ego is terrified by it.