Nothing is more cheering than the rustle of the tallgrass in the morning sun as the mischievous breezes tickle their toes, and swashbuckling dragonflies zip by my startled eyes, dodging and thrusting their way through novelsfull of untold adventure.
I spend my days staring at code on a screen, or at two windowblinds that open to a cinderblock hallway.
I, too, have been profoundly humiliated and brought to realize my smallness amid the immensity of creation. The more I learn, the less I think I know; and the more I under stand of my sense-experience, the more I perceive its shortcomings and its inadequacy as a basis of life. Sometimes the points of view of the optimist and the pessimist seem so well-balanced to me that it is only by sheer force of spirit that I can keep my hold upon a practical, livable philosophy of life. But I use my will, choose life, and reject its opposite, nothingness.
And yet, the will sometimes fails. During dark times, the Grace of God never wavers, and the Spirit breathes, like a boy scout tending a fire, gently. A moment arrives, the embers begin to glow, and the cooling warmth spreads yet again.
Update, 12:30pm: Of course, a computer screen, some windowblinds, and a few cinderblock walls can actually help one focus.
After writing the previous post, I sat down and cranked out a whopping-good perl script to caculate backlinks. The script may be used as a link checker pre-cache as well as a backlink generator. The coding process went smoothly for me, and the few roadblocks were easily cleared. No major bugs surfaced. When I ran it, the code found 645,635 links on our secondary webserver.
When I ran the program and realized it wßas working, I jumped around like a kid with a new toy.
Odd. Why does coding remind me of the innocent joys of childhood?
<glee>Tra la lally, come back to the valley, back to the valley of code, tra la!</glee>