What is a daemon?
In computing, a daemon (pronounced DEE-muhn) is a program that runs continuously as a background process and wakes up to handle periodic service requests, which often come from remote processes.
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Did no one ever tell you, child,
never swear for no excuse,
plead guilty,
confess you was beguiled,
indeed. By some when
back then you had kin, what
made time to preform
the secret baby making.
Once upon a time,
we were always orphans,
from first whipper snappers used
to scrape tar from industrial chimneys.
Songs of Innocense in a new age,
learning old religions decay to mythos,
whence new religions tie memorium,
whence each season we return to recall
our broken spirits, how so and so sang,
lala live for today, la la live for today,
some same stories we recall, links,
URLs, to old sessions recording history,
close your eyes and drift away, listening,
much as winds seem to do, returning
on their circuits from collection
to collection, paid attention tokens, believed
to soften the hull on the gospel seed sown
to a cultivated faith, planted to propagate,
the idea of a secret code Truth uses in spirit form,
the Truth of truths, which, if known, even once,
makes the captive free,
mentally, happy as one can imagine,
under unchanging immutable terminii enforcing
order.
Order, called for, order in the court
of geeky oddball poetic discerners of like or love or not,
Thought traditions trades across epochs forming news,
too much to think about while considering sidereal extents.
Desiderata, poetic license, madejathank, Christian Nation,
Conquistadores were still heroes in 1954,
when the generation first born in the United Nations
victory forever standardization of historical information,
- Boomers stepping aside, survivors come to remember
- first were we to be graded by machines for marks
- made in Number two pencils rounded to one swipe
- width, right answers, only, only, one swipe between
- the lines, esoteric practice for precision aim.
to be overseen by servants of the victorious economy,
as pieces resorting to old formerly used rules of conduct,
smell the wind the strange idea carries,
worth weight, pushing power, pumping umph,
known cost of use, userer's fee, faith, the story held true,
with the evidence in the box, the bag, the sacred bundle,
all but forgotten, faith becomes the evidence of things unseen,
children are told
to hold these truths, those being taught you,
as you line up
in patterns
of proven paid attention, facing the flag
child, you should remember, wordless, for lack of a phraze,
thinking What? What am I pledging, what is pledging, I swear
I mean, I swanee, by golly, gosh ****, shucks, I ghucking did not know.
Feeling chthonically frisky on a warm day after a long storm, called an atmospheric river these days.
