Obligatory "ignore this space" : https://sacoronavirus.co.za

Yesterday I was told not to be flippant. But for a time I wasn't being asked to orbit feelings of regret, so I wasn't looking forward to a tomorrow in which I found myself inside of a sphere, being pampered: we are defenceless to some kinds of attacks, so that for a much longer time I was but hoping to get out of the enemy's lair. And then we have to work not to look for guiltless people with whom to compare sinful people.

Sin can't exist without a standard. Sinful and sinless men being burnt alive is a bit of a heavy penalty to pay for a religion which supposedly already had a standard. Sure those days were barbaric, but were men of the time closer or further away from the Christian ideal of morality?

Sin is the last thing on our minds when we find we must adapt to what's around us: there's no relation to it and having to clean the dishes, for example; and while the making of the bed is used in metaphor, which suggests that metaphor ignores gender equality, some perform a life-long experiment, which they know will disappoint those who taught them about sin, to determine whether an unmade bed is that much less comfortable than a made one that it warrants the effort spent on the making.

The promulgation of corruption is something that we're all no doubt guilty of, for we start by repeating everything we hear, and then someone adds a Kernel structure with syscalls which allow this behaviour to be controlled. This is very far from ideal. But the thought of starting over brings us to the recollection of programmers claiming that they were being looked at as if it was theirs to produce a perfect second system, single-handedly, after which--and no sooner--the world would become their harem; which may or may not be an instance of corruption, regardless of the veracity of the claim.

The war between dress-makers and mathematicians may be unfamiliar to some. The declaration of war is by a mathematician--for a dress-maker need use no words--to the effect that dress-makers undoubtedly know what can be stored in a synapse.

A dutiful son must learn to pass on messages as he receives them, both in imitation of and as an example to the boots, or we're just looking at ugly fonts in order to make ourselves feel special. I don't know if this Kernel heeds the matter of the whether the message has been accepted or rejected.

But I know upon which side I am.