Ramblings of Stress

I lost the words 

To the previous piece

Of mindless writing.

Writing without thinking.

It was about sounds

Made by lights hitting 

At a certain object

Emitting a certain wavelength

Corresponding to a certain colour

Producing a certain note.
And I left it at 

“Wait till sunlight hits it.

Emitting a certain wavelength

Producing a certain note.

A wonderful arrangement of arpreggios

A play of beautiful symphony

Tingling my auditory canal.”
And then my screen went amnesia.

And I forgot the first stanza.

Because our brains are wired

With layers of neurons.

And each neuron remembers 

A specific thing.

But retrieving that specific thing

From millions of neuronal cell

Is a feat.

Unless its something like

Learning to walk.

It comes so naturally,

You don’t think while you walk.

That’s why it’s called implicit.
I could write about how

The brain works 

But it takes pages.

Let’s not shall we?
Elabourate more on Hans Seyle.

About primitive fight and flight.

That has failed to evolved to accomodate

Stress.

Psychological stress

With the anticipation of examination 

And the drilling of a load of facts.

But the thrill of it

Is when you can tailor your answers

To exactly what you are dealing

With at that moment:

Stress.
~S.H.~