Synaptic dispositions are the worst kind, don't you think? I mean, I never really got a say as to what my mind encodes and thereby what keeps me up at night. The brain is like a vast universe of flickering stars; each flicker is a synaptic connection firing across the manifold that is your mind. The problem is that most of the stars in my mind are already dead... much like those in the sky, I suppose. But that's really not the sort of thing that you ought to tell your kids.