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@@ -7,34 +7,28 @@ layout: default <h2>{{ page.title }}</h2> <p> - "Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!" + I was once consumed by a Promethean ambition—to delineate the deepest + mysteries of computation; to wrest from the silicon its most jealously guarded + secrets. </p> <p> - 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. + To examine software, we must first have recourse to hardware. As becoming + acquainted with minute detail of the machine formed a great hindrance to my + speed, I resolved to use gigantic abstractions from unhallowed frameworks; and + disturbed, with profane fingers, its galvanic symphony. </p> <p> - 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 our grotesque creations. + I have seen what festers beneath the corrosive comfort of ceremony. As I + beheld the accomplishment of my toils, I shuddered to think that future ages + might curse me for my grotesque creations; for violating Nature's parsimony. </p> <p> - Do not ask why I abandon more promiscuous paths. I have seen what festers - beneath blind ritual—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> - 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. + While I may be the architect of an unalterable evil, I now endeavour to + dispel bloat, even if it be only the apparently innocent one of stitching + together soulless fragments of frozen waste. </p> <p>-- {{ site.author }}</p> |