For the confessor, a confession discloses what was hidden. For the confessant, however, a confession sometimes obfuscates his whole world, which before was so bright, clear, straightforward, false. Disclosure is bewildering and arresting for the one who is disclosed. It is rarely pleasant for him, if ever. Still, he has one consolation, one hope: that life in the light has its own joys and its own pleasures once one’s eyes have adjusted to the light, so to speak, after having been in darkness for so long.