программерское :: почему мы это делаем

Now she speaks rapidly.
— Do you know why you want to program?
He shakes his head. He hasn't the faintest idea.
— For the sheer joy of programming! — she cries triumphantly. — The joy of the parent, the artist, the craftsman. You take a program, born weak and impotent as a dimly-realized solution. You nurture the program and guide it down the right path, building, watching it grow ever stronger. Sometimes you paint with tiny strokes, a keystroke added here, a keystroke changed there.
She sweeps her arm in a wide arc.
— And other times you savage whole blocks of code, ripping out the program's very essence, then beginning anew. But always building, creating, filling the program with your own personal stamp, your own quirks and nuances. Watching the program grow stronger, patching it when it crashes, until finally it can stand alone — proud, powerful, and perfect. This is the programmer's finest hour!
Softly at first, then louder, he hears the strains of a Sousa march.
— This ... this is your canvas! your clay! Go forth and create a masterwork!

Артемий Трегубенко,
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