The faith of the accursed is to fall within visible range of a solution needed to solve the generic software issue tormenting them but ever so far as to not be capable of navigating the prerequisites involved in applying said change, and so it goes and each time a new piece of software is born to replace it.
Years melt away, no tool-chain moat is ever bridged, the dogfood thoroughly consumed. "Blessed!", for the transformation of the damned into doghood is complete.
My now/ page used to be no-nonsense daily events happening around me and whatnot, now it is only for the non-sense that goes through my head.