The Difference Between Privacy and Secrecy Within Relationships
Two pillars stand. These pillars are composed of a mature beauty; a magnanimous facade and intramural purity. Undamaged as a pair, the creamy-white marble symbolizes conviction and beauty intertwined through a divine order. These pillars are the opening to a much larger structure. A structure only identified as a repository for the holy and earthly of life, the product of mind and heart. They cast a shadow, however, that towers over those who dare approach the mansion doors, fitted with a head-sized golden lock. No one enters without the permission of the pillars, but those who enter are regarded as worthy and held in high regard. A stranger or friend that is granted entrance, has the passive allowance to take, borrow, or steal the treasure that lies therein. Making the two pillars' decision to allow a soul to pass through those doors, a moral quandary.
The internal picturesque view of the columns and their mansion melts away slowly to instead depict a husband and his wife. Both tied together by promise and perfect love, already having been formally joined by spirit, to finally be found standing together in strength. Their mansion, that they guard so completely and expectantly, is that of privacy. The experiences, thoughts, and shared emotions free from being observed by any passing swine, and yet available to share. As within those doors, we find a canvas so perfectly adorned with the darkness and lightness of both characters.
A mixture of charm and macabre, beauty and fear, heaven and hell, crystallizing the intricate lace that weaves two beings together with one another. The thieves, who may leverage their slimy fingers through the man-made cracks of the door, find that they are in perpetuity of judgment by both man and God. And as such, any pillar, man or wife, who ignorantly allows a stranger through the doors without consent of their counterpart, has gravely endangered the illustrious marble that is the foundation of their joining; trust. Not only is this an image for marriage’s privacy, but any relationship. Two beings are held together through trust, protecting the pearls of both beholders, and therefore, protecting the one area of life where internal growth is fostered so lovingly. Privacy of relationship is the security of trust; a soft blanket that covers the mind in rest.
But what true thief turns beauty into plunder so quickly other than the heart? Your mansion has a creature. It slipped past the door as you carelessly cracked them open to look at your jewels. In actuality, this wasn’t an innocent act, but instead, a conscious effort that allowed you to unlock the golden security. A selfish ambition with the intent to benefit your flesh, while blinding yourself to potential harm to both your personage and to those whom you share your mansion. The creature that is hiding in the corners of your mansion, is secrecy. It lurks in the shadows and recoils when any pair of eyes lay upon its being, waiting for a chance to choke any spirit of truth in fear of its demise. The line of trust that once bound you and your love, friend, or partner together, is being chewed on by a rat of plague. It is starved of wickedness and looks to fray the trust that was so lovingly regarded as certain by your companion. It slowly eats away at the tapestry and soils the paintings, filling the air with a foul stench that permeates from the ground up. The pillars stand, but in a second of time, a crack appears on the smooth, porous surface. Trust has been compromised, and the rat of secrecy has broken the protection of privacy.
In the gift of relationship, we find an explicit duty and honor to guard the joint mansion. Privacy is a moral imperative to guard against the rats and thieves that desperately claw themselves into a state of reverence. Privacy has no room for secrecy. With secrecy, no two pillars can stand.
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