Some four years past, my life was simple. I used of vim .. occasionally found
refuge with jackbrains IDEs, used a splendid open-source calendar application
and notion for note taking. That was life.
But, lo and behold, there arrived a fateful day, when I, in my quest for a PDF
viewer capable of illuminating the sacred texts with vibrant cute yellow highlights, did
consult the Arch Wiki. And thus, the sacred scripture of the wiki proclaimed it:
"GNU Emacs, sire!" From that moment forth, my existence was irrevocably altered,
and my life took on new meaning.
Forsooth, as I contemplated, there existed nary a tool that could attain the
heights of my own prowess, as witnessed within the hallowed confines of elisp.
Yet, as the days and years flowed onward, a vexing truth did unfurl its
troubling wings within the chambers of my soul. A discontent gnawed at the edges
of my being, for the enchantment of Emacs held me captive, leaving me bereft of
escape. All else that I encountered in the vast expanse of digital tools and
systems seemed archaic and disordered when placed in the shadow of Emacs'
grandeur.
For while I marveled at its limitless capabilities and intricate wisdom, I
remained forever unsatisfied. Each quest for efficiency led me deeper into its
labyrinthine depths, where an insatiable hunger for perfection persisted, much
like the boundless sea whose depths are never truly plumbed.
A ceaseless longing for a more refined configuration, a more potent package, or
a more elegant elisp blocks danced within my thoughts. The very thing that had
once set me free, had now become the golden cage in which I resided, unable to
break its enchantment and return to a world of simplicity and contentment.
Let it be known, O ye novices who venture into the alluring embrace of Emacs,
heed the tale of my journey as a cautionary fable. For, as you traverse the path
of this venerable text editor, be mindful of the siren song that sings of
boundless power and unparalleled control. The allure of Emacs, with its arcane
keybindings and vast sea of extensions, may cast a potent spell upon thy heart.
be wary, for it can ensnare thee in a web of complexity and unending quests for
perfection. The very attributes that grant thee mastery may, in turn, become the
chains that bind thee in an eternal quest for more. As you delve deeper, the
simplicity you once knew may fade into obscurity, and other tools may appear
dull and obsolete in comparison.
having
is not very lispy