This poem is written by Vadim Rabovsky, a Java developer from Rochester, NY
Advanced topics of object oriented programming.
Presenting the world as a random collection
Of objects is dubious. Far from perfection,
It hardly can pass for a decent expression
Of our senses. (With equal passion
We could be designing a storing procedure
For local morgues.) The essential feature
Of any good system of views, is consensus ndash;
Of rational thought and the deepest of senses ndash;
What “s called intuition. But let “s take a glance at
This seemingly faceless and meaningless concept.
An object in short, is a representation
Of any one thing, (or, in fact, combination
Of things). And despite what the instincts would tell you,
An object can (painfully) have no value,
Thus taking some space to declare an instance
Of nothing that can justify its existence.
The objects are pointers, or space holders, whether
With values or not. And declared together,
They form an array. Take for instance some foxes,
Some household cats and some broken boxes,
Some empty containers and yesterday “s flyers,
Some evil intentions and noble desires,
The solar systems, the planets, the Buddhas –
And add to the pile. An array can be viewed as
A sequence of objects, or simply ideas
Of things ndash; some are pointless, some pointing to trios,
Quartets, even n-tets of others (Beware,
Those others can very well point nowhere,
Which hints that a Thing is related to Nothing
The same way the turkey relates to the stuffing).
This could be a starter. This kind of array,
Expanding language, let “s call “disarray rdquo;.
An infinite size disarray, representing
The Universe. Does it achieve what was meant in
The context? Not quite. It needs something to bind it,
A meaningful purpose, or feeling, behind it.
Religion? Could be, although God doesn “t give us
Too many good answers (forget the believers).
So here we stand: universe in disorder
(Which is, strictly speaking, a different order
unknown to us), and to balance the reason,
The absolute Love (or the absolute Treason,
If seen from a different angle). That Love,
Applied to the order, declared above,
Will give us a picture of almost ideal
Precision – the world, that (let “s call it sub-real)
Is still just a part of the whole ndash; it “s the given.
Add our view of the world, that we live in,
And (this is the point, justifying the project)
It brings us to what we, defying the logic,
Have always been looking for (think of Tomorrow):
The ultimate joy (or the ultimate sorrow),
The unification of us with essence
Of all that exists (or the absolute Absence).
But there is one thing that can cause us to toddle:
Unwittingly, we, by creating the model,
Are changing the source (or the world, which within it
Has now the model itself). It “s the limit
Of logic, that jeopardizes the mission.
The programmers call it a racing condition:
Imagine a person in front of one mirror,
While holding another hellip; the imminent fear
In face of the endless array of reflections,
The open door to infinity. Actions
Like this can effectively lead to a tumor
In sensitive brains. Let “s resort to some humor,
And follow the syntax, as well as the ethics,
Of programming languages (See the appendix).
(To be continued)