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@@ -11,37 +11,30 @@ layout: default </p> <p> - This is a chronicle of the labors of Sadeep M. Wickramage Don, an engineer - driven by the same Promethean ambition that inspired the Natural philosophers - of old. + I find myself once more consumed by a singular undertaking—to delineate the + deepest mysteries of computation; to wrest from the silicon its most jealously + guarded secrets. </p> <p> - My foundation rests upon Mathematics, that most austere and unforgiving - of disciplines, which taught me early that truth cannot be negotiated. While I - wield the apparatus of the masses—C#, Java, Python, and the shifting sands - of JavaScript—to stitch together instruments of my employment, it is with C - I wrest from the silicon its most jealously guarded secrets. + These pages serve as witness to my solitary labor—each banished dependency + a victory against decay, every iteration an act of purification. In them, I + have measured efficacy without mercy; I have rejected the ceremonial + scaffolding that veils the true visage of their grotesque creations. </p> <p> - For more than a decade, I have built the unseen machinery that carries - mercurial event streams from the digital tempest of Formula 1; the calculus - that regulates the geometry of sprawling monuments; the architectures of - CPaaS, where a million thoughts merge in a galvanic stream of consciousness. + Do not ask why I persist when easier paths exist. I have seen what festers + beneath the promises of abstraction—the bloat, the waste, the corrosive comfort + of ignorance. Driven by a Promethean ambition that burns brighter than + convenience, I must seek redemption in Nature's parsimony. </p> <p> - This, however, is neither ornamental fable of my career nor shrine to - industry's vicissitudes. This is a record of experiments wrought under the - yoke of Nature's parsimony. Pragmatic precision, durability without dogma, and - security without paranoia are its tenets. - </p> - - <p> - Do not look for the veneer of professional narrative. I have recorded the - work—raw and unadorned—for the kindred spirit searching for truth amidst the - frozen wastes of our own creation. + The measurements do not lie. In youthful fervor, I once stitched together + soulless fragments of corporate caprice. Whether these chronicles stand as a + monument to my deliverance or condemn me to wander the frozen wastes of my + own creation, only time will reveal. </p> <p>-- {{ site.author }}</p> |