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<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.
+ 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.
</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 their grotesque creations.
+ 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.
</p>
<p>
- 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.
+ 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.
</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.
+ 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.
</p>
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