La Science des Reves (The Science of Sleep)

"PSR, Parallel Synchronized Randomness. An interesting rarity and our subject today. Two people walk in opposite directions at the same time and then make the same decisions at the same time. Then they correct it, and then they correct it, and then they correct it, and then they correct it. Basically in a mathematical world these two little guys will stay looped until the end of time. The brain is the most complex thing in the universe, and its right behind the nose."

What Stephane described in The Science of Sleep is when one is walking toward another individual, one moves to their right to avoid another. The other moves to their left, mirroring the other. Then a correction is made, one moves to their left and the other moves to their right. Then another correction, so on and so on. Everyone over the age of 14 has experienced this type of Parallel Synchronized Randomness or PSR at least once.My example is the TPS. No not the TPS report, not talking cover sheets and memos.. Transferred Pandiculation Syndrome. Otherwise known as Contagious Yawn Reflex. Some may have experienced this type of PSR. Have you ever yawned and before you finished, one close to you has begun? Or has it happened the other way around where the yawn was transferred to you? Studies say mirror neurons activate an imitating impulse, the same way we learn languages and accents. Just writing this I have yawned several times, have you, in reading this?


Coheed & Cambria
The Second Stage Turbine Blade
Godsend Conspirator

Hold in your last breath and stare.
Assure me your metronome's left arm stick shift
Is stuck on the right words in your ear.
Did you hear me loud and clear?
In sight and out of mind?

Cautiously avoiding the cracks
Not to disturb your steadied arm straight line.
The facts before a climb...
A plan before a crime.

Tired in the days that passed away
Sporadically arranged across the floor when you've got it made.

Dear Mariah, the world's not big enough for the both of us
When we live in the same town, that's wrong.
Fight on fire (fight on fire), burn my hands 'til I got nothing left
To count my numbers on that's wrong, what's wrong?

Your wise ass comments could cheer you up.
The emotional disturbance: relax, deep breathe, sit back
From the space in which you stand,
Here and in demand.

Don't touch a fresh wound that bleeds
All over your carpets the stains, the story book remains,
And the page that states you've lied.
Accept and then reply, acknowledge the other guy

Tired in the days that passed away
Sporadically arranged across the floor when you've got it made.

Dear Mariah, the world's not big enough for the both of us
When we live in the same town, that's wrong.
Fight on fire (fight on fire), burn my hands till I got nothing left
To count my numbers on

Don't change your mind when all's been won
Your words in time, with the loss that you'd let them go.
Don't let them fall if your grip's not strong in time decide...
with the words that you'd let them go

Don't let them fall if your grip's not strong.

_Its been suggested I'm an ass...Agreed, but not for long. Regrets...? Plenty. I've been gutted out, such as a house set for renovation. _