There are things in life that I will never understand. Things are only clear in retrospect and things have greater clerity to a third party. So only in death can I understand all these things that are confusing to me now. Yet, I still want clerity. So I'm writing you, hoping for you assistance.

I want to know all things, ok not "know," but have them readily available to my scaple for disection at any given moment.

Dream sequence/Monologue - Fade in: "Come in, the doctor will see you now" and my shiney blade will gleam in happiness. It knows that freash blood will flow at my slightest whim. But I will be professional about my cuts and the sutures will leave only the slightest scar. The scar will only exist to remind you that I was there, I have left my mark, I have seen what makes you tick, and I have sewn you back up. Like new...well... not new but whole, just the same. I have taken nothing. I have merely wished to look inside. Observe. Like a good doctor I check up on my patients, after all, I'm a professional goddammit! Dream Sequence/ Monologue - Fade out:

And yet... It is nearly impossible to operate on myself. So I'm offering the job to someone else. But you must promise me to record the exploration in excrutating detail, and report your findings.