} I will answer your question in the form of a parable.
}
} A man using UNIX in his office suddenly lost power one day. The lights
} went out, and his screen dimmed a little as the UPS kicked in, giving
} him just enough juice to save all his work and log out. When he turned
} the monitor off, he was suddenly very sad, for there was an empty place
} in his heart and he knew not why.
}
} "Lord," he said. "Why am I suddenly so lonely? I feel as if I have lost
} a good friend. Please, do something to help my lonely heart."
}
} Suddenly, the shade that he had nailed over his office window yanked
} itself freeand rolled up, leaving the window entirely uncovered. And
} through this pane of glass came -- not a friendly blinking login cursor
} -- but a strange yellow light. It felt warm on the man's skin, and it
} was brighter than any flourescent bulb he'd ever seen. As soon as the
} man recovered from his sudden blindness, he said "Wow! It's wonderful!"
}
} And then the window slowly slid upwards, and a gust of warm air blew
} into his office. It must have been unfiltered by an air conditioning
} unit, because it was dusty and smelled like mown grass. It made him
} sneeze. "Wow!" The man said. "That must have been one of those sneezes
} I heard about on rec.nose.pollen! Man, that felt great!"
}
} And then, he felt an uncombatable urge to climb out the window and onto
} the sidewalk of the street below him. His heart raced with fear as he
} put one leg and then the other out through the window. How wonderous,
} he thought. The ceiling was blue, and lit by a blinding yellow bulb in
} the sky. All around him, there were people -- just like the ones who
} worked in his building -- and other buildings, and a street with cars
} moving down them -- cars that looked much different that the '64
} Mustangs he remembered from his childhood. "This is incredible!" he
} said, as he wandered into the street. "But also very scary. I must get
} back to my office! Where's my office? Grep Office! Grep Office!"
}
} Then, the blue ceiling opened like a pair of curtains, and a light even
} brighterthan the sun's appeared. "Man," the light said. "Be ye not
} afraid. This is your world, and my world, and the world of all the
} people. Seek ye not to lock thy self into thine office and program for
} thy boss's computers! Instead, live here among us. This is the world
} you came from, the world that uses your programs, and the world that
} makes all the chinese delivery food you send out for. Live with us.
} Live, and love with us."
}
} "Oh, bright light!" the Man said. "I will. I will!" Ecstatic with the
} joy of his new-found world, he ran through the sidewalks and streets,
} among the tall buildings, the neon lights, the cars, the mini-marts.
}
} An hour later, he got mugged for his belt, shoes, and $37 in cash.
}
} The moral to my parable is this: there is life after UNIX. But when you
} look at it comparitively, it's pretty lousy.
}
} You owe the Oracle a cellular phone.
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