Channelling John Percival Hackworth

[sawyl]

On several occasions over the last few weeks, I've found myself unconsciously calling to mind Neal Stephenson's rhyme about King Coyote from The Diamond Age:

Castles, gardens, gold and jewels
Contentment signify, for fools
Like Princess Nell; but those
Who cultivate their wit
Like King Coyote and his crows
Compile their power bit by bit
And hide it places no one knows.

I suspect it's a sign of my dismissive attitude to documenting arcane system voodoo: the docs are the gardens, gold and jewels; the real power, compiled bit by bit, comes from years of immersion in the ongoing lossage that is the Inorganic Ideologue.