Is there a banging on the window of your mind? Is there a rattling on the doorways to your soul? Fear not. It is only the timely hand of fate reminding you that ignorance is not bliss, that the opium of the masses is a bitter pill indeed but you need not swallow it my dearest one. No, you can spit it in your palm, hide it neath your pillow and swiping your lips of their spittle you can take a deep breath and sigh anew at your leisure. For the future is in your hands, the anchor is a weight upon your arms but the truth is what you make it.