In a fantasy land there are Ivory Towers of every shade,
with acolytes and neophytes furiously typing away.
Of these, the highest and most hallowed is certainly C;
indifferent as the sea and the progenitor of many.
Each hue is a different way to do the same things, mostly.
Some are rather terse, while others are written verbosely.
Some operate highly upon the shoulders of those lowly,
while all try to score solutions with human error as goalie.
The more one sweats in REPL, the less one bleeds in debugging,
as the magic tends to punish the clever and reward the cunning.
Simple is better than complex; better to have your code running.
Complex is better than complicated; beautiful code is stunning.
Practitioners meet the tedious with meticulous modularity,
beating their minds numb to tread the arcane with familiarity.
Multiple threads twist and twine tight around similarities
that bear relentless recursive refactoring till reaching clarity.
Till the magic flourishes before our eyes in real-time
as an omniscient developer and omnipotent user experience.
A pregnant pause is most pleasing after such laconic luxuriance.
Let us step forward into the beauty of manifesting our own.
Imagine how my mind was blown when I learned that SQLite is stone.
I'm awed at all the technology that TCL touches through ventriloquy,
which opens phantasmagoric portals into Python's vast ubiquity.
The rest is a mess, as far as I can tell.
That includes relevant packaging problems as well.
It adds to the magic, in a masochistic way.
In my spellbook the aforementioned are on the first page.
"Knowledge is power", we utter in multiple manners of use.
Today's Tree of Knowledge bears mostly low hanging fruit.
The Internet gives anyone a free seat in the front row
of their own adventure through the magic of code.
(And the horrors of human nature.)