we're all mentally ill; those of us outside the asylums only hide it a little better - and maybe not all that much better after all. we've all know people who talk to themselves, people who sometimes squinch their faces into horrible grimaces when they believe no one is watching, people who have some hysterical fear - of snakes, the dark, the tight plece, the long drop . . . and, of course, those final worms and grubs that are waiting so patiently underground.