Have you watched Alfred Hitchcock's "North by Northwest" starring Cary Grant and Eva Marie Saint? I love that movie. I have lost count how many times I have watched it. Hitchcock reaches a fairly high level of intensity and figures how to keep it at that level for most of the movie until the finale when it finally increases to a crescendo on the heads of Mount Rushmore and ends abruptly. It all happens because of secrets. Government secrets. Personal secrets. Informational secrets.
Secrets make gossip a juicy world. Secrets lead to heartbreak. Secrets fuel intensity in numerous situations.
Do you have secrets? I have secrets. Everybody has a secret. Can you keep a secret? Do you have a secret crush? A secret identity? A secret hurt?
Secrets are the essence of our misgivings, the fuel of our self-esteem issues, the chains that hold us back from being all in.
Secrets are the backbone of the best stories. Who dunnit? Who are you? Where did you come from? What did they say? Unanswered questions create intensity.
Secrets are juicy. Secrets are personal. Secrets are weapons.
Secrets create curiosity. Secrets are the weavers of lies. Secrets break apart relationships. Secrets destroy lives.
Secrets make the literary world go 'round.
Tell me your secrets, and I'll tell you mine. No, I won't.
Thanks for reading!
Humor In Chaos