Its obvious, the semblance, when they get caught in the streetlights or the beams of the speeding car headlights. They reveal at night, the façade like the intuitive insight of x-ray machines that radiate a clinical white light in hospital wards, showing the bones, the flesh, but never the soul. The latter is something that remains to be seen, and will forever remain unseen by the eyes of us, but only by the drives of others. It will be illuminated, in personal action, written in lights above innumerable heads like the fluorescent strips that hang over grotty east end fish bars. ‘Open’ and waiting to be filled with hunger. Souls are not dissimilar, as it seems they are, figuratively, either open to us or closed to us. They will either let you in or shut you out. Some will be open to information, to points of view, to feelings or thoughts, to affectations and to passions and yet other minds will be locked shut, like a solid impenetrable nut, impossible to crack.