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Now, imagine yourself as an xterm. Inside of you sits the bash prompt, like a great white ball of energy waiting to be released. This is your center of power. As you meditate, characters are being echoed into your standard input. You handle them gracefully, sending the streams of standard output to the display driver, synchronizing your movements with the rhythm of the universe -- the task scheduler. Next, imagine yourself loading a file into vi. You can feel the lines of source code rushing through you, for you are the conduit through which bug after bug is being extinguished. The purity of the universe is malloc'ed in your consciousness.
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