"I hear singing and there's no one there
I smell blossoms and the trees are bare
All day long I seem to walk on air
I wonder why
I wonder why
I keep tossing in my sleep at night
And what's more I've lost my appetite
Stars that used to twinkle in the skies
Are twinkling in my eyes
I wonder why"
If this hadn't been written by Irving Berlin, one of us might have posted something similar about the mysterious manifestations of our wiring systems.