We build the road

At the expense of the forest.

We make the data lines

At the expense of planting Art.

I wish for Programmers

To take their rightful mount

As Artists among Artists

Whose craft produces magic

Of the stone and of lightning

Capable of stirring the Spirit

As can the oils of Masters past

Spilled on canvas through passions of Soul.

So too we in ivory towers

So close to the cold dark stars

Gaze into the Universe

And mettle our crafts with it.

Prepare a place for Divinity

And Divinity will come

No matter the medium,

So Programmer,

Weaver of Words,

Maker of Machines,

Remember your place

Among the greatest of Artists

Where you, too, may aspire until death.

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