[Verse 1]
Nineteen sixty-seven, Fitts and Posner drew the map,
Three rooms for learning, close the cognitive trap.
First stage: cognitive — you're clumsy, you're confused,
Watching every move like a puzzle you must use.
Associative next, smoothing out the seams,
Trimming off the wasted motion, chasing cleaner streams.
Then autonomous arrives, the thinking drops away,
Your hand just knows the rhythm — no instructions to obey.
[Chorus]
Cognitive, associative, autonomous — три шага, да!
Think it, trim it, trust it — рука знає сама.
От думать до привычки, the circuit rewires,
Autonomous, автоматом — no more wires.
[Verse 2]
Now don't confuse this ladder with a trick called adaptation,
Adaptation just recalibrates — a patch, not a creation.
Throw a prism on your vision, your reach will drift and bend,
You correct the error, old behavior's still your friend.
But skill learning builds a capability that's new,
A better speed-accuracy tradeoff breaking through.
Adaptation tunes the dial; skill carves a different door —
One repairs the old map, the other draws much more.
[Chorus]
Cognitive, associative, autonomous — три шага, да!
Think it, trim it, trust it — рука знає сама.
От думать до привычки, the circuit rewires,
Autonomous, автоматом — no more wires.
[Verse 3]
Doyon and Ungerleider traced the places in the brain,
Early learning lights prefrontal, pre-SMA, cerebellar lane.
Late in sequence learning, striatum takes the wheel,
But late adaptation keeps the cerebellum's feel.
Karni in ninety-five watched fingers tap for weeks,
M1's little map of motion stretching at the seams —
The cortex grows a bigger patch for fingers that repeat,
Practice carves the real estate, slow and incomplete.
[Bridge]
Sleep on it, soldier — don't rush out the door,
Offline consolidation builds a little more.
Без сна немає навички, without sleep there's no skill,
Rest between the sessions, тихо, let it settle still.
No new reps required, just a night to let it steep,
The brain keeps drilling quietly, рефлекс росте in sleep.
[Chorus]
Cognitive, associative, autonomous — три шага, да!
Think it, trim it, trust it — рука знає сама.
От думать до привычки, the circuit rewires,
Autonomous, автоматом — no more wires.
[Verse 4]
Test it after months away, the skill it still remains,
Retention outlasts memory tricks, it's carved into the brains.
Transfer to a cousin task, the pattern bleeds across,
Not every gain transfers, specificity still rules —
General motor programs saved, but context shapes the tools.
The ladder holds its structure, though the task may shift and change,
Cognitive, associative, autonomous — the range.
[Outro]
Prefrontal, striatum, cerebellum, sing along,
Three stages, two systems, one unfolding song.
Рука знає сама — the hand becomes the mind,
Autonomous forever, skill you'll always find.