My dearest wife, The world has been so cruel to us. First the world was hateful towards you in your youth, it hated me too in my teens. Next, the world took its sweet time keeping us apart for all those years. When we finally found each other, we were both already well spent from a lifetime of struggle. As if to add insult to injury, we've barely had the shortest decade together and now the world is ending. The world sits on the brink of war, while our beloved homeland sits on the brink of economic collapse and starvation. The sweet fragrance of the flowers of our youth has been replaced with masks as disease ravages our world. No more flowers will bloom when the last bee dies. Through all this, I've found you, and it's been fun. If the world takes me before I can say it: "I don't know what comes next, but I promise to find you in every lifetime. I'm so sorry that you might live this lifetime without me, I'll make it up to you in the next one, pinky swear....
Shaheed Abdol writes about how code shapes our world, and the coders who love to hate the code they hate to love to write ...