‘Secrets’. What you don’t know, veiled, enigmatical, and beneath murky waters, versus what appears, in iceberg-like isolation, to be.
There are ‘good’ secrets: things you share with other people, whose beauty is only augmented by the fact that… they are only between you and another. The unassuming exterior of a particular building, maybe, and the knowledge that only those who hold its keys, are allowed to be privy to.
‘Bad’ secrets, too: each man and his individual burden, for example. We never know what others are going through, but we know that we all are. Never quite know the full picture. Today I came across an analogy that the Muslim scholar/poet Rumi talked about, apparently:
Like the ant who walks across a mosque floor, confused by the messy obstacles of all the crags and bumps and loops while on his journey. Only the Carpet-Maker sees the holistic picture: Truth, Beauty, Goodness, Perfection. The tips of the icebergs; all that other eyes, and sometimes our own, cannot see. But Someone does, and in Islam, we know to accept how fundamentally limited we, as beings, are.
So in God we must learn to trust.
With Salaam, Sadia, 2021.