From 7bcdaf72eb93c7c65453b94a6f496ec6e003923a Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001
From: Sadeep Madurange <sadeep@asciimx.com>
Date: Sun, 25 Jan 2026 17:51:26 +0800
Subject: Frankenstein about page with Ozymandias quote.

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   </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>
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