And still, after all this time,
the Sun has never said to the Earth:
“You owe me.”
Look what happens with love like that.
It lights up the sky.
Stop acting so small. You are the universe in ecstatic motion.
The truth was a mirror in the hands of God.
It fell, and shattered into pieces.
Everybody took a piece of it, and
they looked at it and
thought they had the truth.
May our thoughts, our words, and our actions always be in line with our intentions #QualityIsFractal
Of course, when programmers are peers of the program managers, the programmers tend to have the upper hand. Here’s something that has happened several times: a programmer asks me to intervene in some debate he is having with a program manager.
“Who is going to write the code?” I asked.
“OK, who checks things into source control?”
“Me, I guess, …”
“So what’s the problem, exactly?” I asked. “You have absolute control over the state of each and every bit in the final product. What else do you need? A tiara?”