open the eyes and they are there, welcome them! those animated black worms of self doubt that tangle themselves menacingly around your heart when the lover recoils from your hand in the deep dark of night and when your mother's sigh of regret grazes your cheek and your child clumsily feigns concern from many miles away.. come in you say! here are the lock pick tools in a soft worn leather case, here is the cabinet made of skin and bones where i keep my volition- the lock upon it should be easy to break- here, i will lie down on the bed so that you might get beter purchase on the matter. open it, tear it out and put it in your mouth, then lead me into the valley of the shadow of uncertainty.