Inside Out

Notes on seeking wisdom and crafting software

Hello World!

And we begin.


> It is not growing like a tree > In bulk, doth make man better be, > Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, > To fall a log at last, dry, bald and sere: > A lily of a day, > Is fairer far in May, > Although it fall and die that night; > It was the plant and flower of light. > **In small proportions we just beauties see,** > **And in short measures, life may perfect be.** > >

> — [Ben > Jonson]( "Ben Jonson, English Poet") > >


Let this be our guiding principle.