Thursday, October 8, 2009
Functional Programming
Your brain is rolling along on that cold steel track of life. You process item after item, then list after list as if you were the building the chassis for a million robotic arms. Do this, then that, then this. Wake up, shower, go to work, go to lunch, come home, go to bed, rinse and repeat. Suddenly div/0, your brain stops and you forget every pattern that was pitted into your mind. The very wiring of the mind is a melted cacophony of cold snow and bloodied bird feathers. You know not who you are or what you are or why you are. Objects become functions and anonymous functions become parameters. Logic is modeled in actors passing messages. Actors mean nothing beyond what messages they pass. Cars on the highway become mail to mailboxes. Action and nonaction and not being. Colors become transformations yet to be decoded. You are what you do and nothing more. That is the primordial essence of the functional being.
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