Conceal: (v) to keep from sight; hide.
Ever since the first two rascals thought they could hide their genitalia beneath fig leaves (which ended up not only being ineffective but also
itchy) the human race has had a great affinity for concealing.
I remember some great words which state, “There is nothing whispered in the ear that shall not be shouted from the housetops.”
The first time I read that I thought, why can’t we have secrets? What in the hell is wrong with that?
Maybe it’s possible to conceal something if you have a truly trusted friend–but most human beings are so desperate for attention and appreciation that they eventually will squeal on you. They’ll insist they had a good reason, but your sins will find you out.
I’m often amused when I see politicians, religionists and even business practitioners who think they can conceal some piece of inadequacy or evil from the public.
The reason truth is always borne out is because people always want to tell–and there is always someone else with enough money to give to them, to make them “sing like a bird.”