I am a congenital liar. Some Highlanders are. To my ancestors, the truth was so sacred as to be unusable.
No doubt our love was still there, but quite simply it was unusable, heavy to carry, inert inside of us, sterile as crime or condemnation. It was no longer anything except a patience with no future and a stubborn wait.
Just as experience dictates to the ballet teacher the length of time necessary to train his students, so the horse, too, needs time to mature into a great four legged dancer. This fact cannot be obliterated by seeming successes that supposedly prove the opposite. For, even if someone should succeed in training a horse to high school level by the age of eight, this individual occurrence cannot shake the foundations of the classical art of riding, if this dressage horse is completely unsound and unusable by the age of ten.
We loved each other in the same difficult, unusable way where you took turns doing it, instead of ever managing to do it at the same time.
All we're really doing is repeating technologies that were tried 10, 20, 30 years ago. . . it's just that it was too expensive, too unusable, and we didn't have the enabling technologies to make it possible.
A distributed system is one in which the failure of a computer you didn't even know existed can render your own computer unusable.
