Only our two selves can each inkle that individual selfhood has been fleetingly held in abeyance in the togetherness of a moment. The encounter is also always unique, and that in two senses. Moreover, the encounters that may happen between you and me at different times have no continuity and history, but are unique each and every time. The encounter contradicts the meaning of being as constancy of presence. A repetition of encounter is always an unexpected surprise.
Rarity here means temporal sparseness.
My self can never be naked to you. This simple withdrawal from each other into our selves is what is most obvious, although, precisely because of its obviousness and simplicity, it is mostly overlooked, and that first and foremost in philosophy with its foundations in the ontology of constancy of presence. The withdrawal from each other cannot be overcome, nor, on the other hand, can the withdrawal from each other into our selves be covered up, i.e. encalypted. No matter how much you may try to disguise yourself or refrain from telling me pertinent details about yourself, this has no effect on the ontologically fundamental obvious openness of your withdrawal from me into your self, for this openness is your ontological destiny, granted or rather dealt out by the truth of being. This ontological destiny becomes obvious in the second person encounter where the synapses of you and me briefly flash.