The programmers of old were mysterious and profound.
We cannot fathom their thoughts, so all we can do is describe their appearence.
Aware, like a fox crossing the water.
Alert, like a general on the battlefiel.
Kind, like a hostess greeting her guests.
Simple, like uncarved blocks of wood.
Opaque, like black pools in darkened caves.
Who can tell the secrets of their hearts and minds ?
The answer exists only in the Tao.
in The Tao of Programming