“In every man's memory there are things he won't reveal to others, except, perhaps, to his friends. And there are things he won't reveal even to friends, only, perhaps, to himself, and there, too, in secret. And finally, there are things he is afraid to reveal even to himself, and every decent man has quite an accumulation of them. In fact, the more decent the man, the more of them he has stored up.”
-Fyodor Dostoyevsky 
Such dishonesty from such a wonderful man.
Extrapolate
I think the ultimate destiny of man is to resolve that which he's kept secret to himself. It isn't even my original thought, I think Krishnamurti, Gurdjieff, Aurelius, Watts, and many others would also agree that honesty requires a man to recognize we are all facing the same mirror. The mirror is beyond decency, or good manners, those are just constructs.
How do we go about this resolution process?
Rigorous research into the self! There is little else so marvelously interesting don't you think?
Finding love and forgiveness, darkness and pain, there within, is arduous, but I think it's the only way. I've read much by many and the answer that keeps being found is to keep working deeper. No matter how hard.
