“The covering-up itself, whether in the sense of hiddenness, burying-over, or disguise, has in turn two possibilities. There are coverings-up which are accidental; there are also some which are necessary, grounded in what the thing discovered consists in [der Bestandart des Entdeckten]. Whenever a phenomenological concept is drawn from primordial sources, there is a possibility that it may degenerate if communicated in the form of an assertion. It gets understood in an empty way and is thus passed on, losing its indigenous character, and becoming a free-floating thesis. Even in the concrete work of phenomenology itself there lurks the possibility that what has been primordially ‘within our grasp’ may become hardened so that we can no longer grasp it. And the difficulty of this kind of research lies in making it self-critical in a positive sense.” Heidegger, Being and Time
This harkens back to this passage on discourse
“Discourse ‘lets something be seen’ ἀπο…: that is, it lets us see something from the very thing which the discourse is about.( 2) In discourse (ἀποφανσις), so far as it is genuine, what is said [was geredet ist] is drawn from what the talk is about, so that discursive communication, in what it says [in ihrem Gesagten], makes manifest what it is talking about, and thus makes this accessible to the other party.”
He also describes covering-up as deception. I’ll say God is said to hide himself, but if he reveals himself through creation, placing something between to be experienced instead(?), is that deception? Or is He fully manifest in the universe or the the Incarnation? Christ’s transfiguration characterizes his hiddenness as a protective measure for those who can’t handle the whole truth.
On a tangent, seeing ones-self as one truly is can also be too much to bear. I just watched a film from the 90’s where there were nice people and not nice people. This was before we learned that badness dwells in all of us. Ones-self is not necessarily a sympathetic character. When Fr. Hopko said sometimes that Orthodoxy makes one worse, I wonder if it could be because of the harrowing experience of seeing ourselves without our Emperor’s New Clothes? Who can handle that? I often need to hide from myself.