I love the expression “the discovery of hidden truths”, because I think it reflects something very fundamental about human nature. We can all be said to be discoverers of hidden truths, those which lie hidden within each one of us. The older I get, the more aware I become of these layers of hidden truths within me, and constantly surprise myself by the fresh discoveries about myself which life forces me to make even after all the many years of living which I trail behind me.
Today, for instance, this phrase stimulated another thought. Could all our lives be said to be lifelong attempts to discover more and more who we really are, where the “hidden truth” of ourselves really is? Can we, indeed, ever say that we know ourselves completely?
Perhaps indeed we only ever have occasional glimpses of all that lies within us, all these hidden truths which age reveals only slowly to us.