Twisted pair cabling is a type of wiring in which two conductors of a single circuit are twisted together for the purposes of canceling out electromagnetic interference (EMI) from external sources; for instance, electromagnetic radiation from unshielded twisted pair (UTP) cables, and crosstalk between neighboring pairs. It was invented by Alexander Graham Bell.
In balanced pair operation, the two wires carry equal and opposite signals and the destination detects the difference between the two. This is known as differential mode transmission. Noise sources introduce signals into the wires by coupling of electric or magnetic fields and tend to couple to both wires equally. The noise thus produces a common-mode signal which is canceled at the receiver when the difference signal is taken.
This method starts to fail when the noise source is close to the signal wires; the closer wire will couple with the noise more strongly and the common-mode rejection of the receiver will fail to eliminate it. This problem is especially apparent in telecommunication cables where pairs in the same cable lie next to each other for many miles. One pair can induce crosstalk in another and it is additive along the length of the cable. Twisting the pairs counters this effect as on each half twist the wire nearest to the noise-source is exchanged.
When the damage is done
and the words have been spoken.
I'm flat on the floor
left alone and broken.
Kill the bottle,
beat the booze to the punch.
Kick the mirror in pieces,
grab one, break a bunch.
How did I get there?
Once again in a nightmare
singing my refrain.
It's my fate,
was that my life?
I just saw flesh before my eyes.
Saw alot of smiles,
felt tears of joy.
Oh the hope,
all the life for me to destroy.
Going up, going down, in a hole so small.
A rise followed by
a free motherfucking fall.
I'm living with things all twisted,
breathing in life I resisted.
This was my fate, this is the world
where I belong.
Don't know how long I've been gone.
Nor do I recall things I've done.
It just feels so wrong.
It seems too good that I was always
just misunderstood.
I'm living with now gone,
dismissed, forgotten faces.
Once existed, laughing at my Pride and singing my song.
I'm alive with things all twisted,
breathing in life I resisted.
This was my fate, this is the world where I belong.