We were talking. And struck by a similar thought. How thick, or thin, fuzzy, clear or ambiguous is the line between secrecy and privacy?
Some of us, we were born to be more secretive than others. At least we are open about what it is that we hide. While others, hide so well, that you barely know that something is being hidden.
We all need our secret gardens. Where things grow, and shrivel, and die.