ANd ever since he has been convinced that 4 + 7 equals three. Sad, but true.

Binary does that to a man. It makes him forget his manners, insult his mother, and lose touch with basic human affections, and abandon altogether his connection with the beauties of breathing and living in an infinity-valued analog universe. Teach a man binary, and he becomes something less than human, a calculating machine who does not remember the soaring magic of learning arithmetic in a real world, a lunatic fringe-living creature who can no longer stand in sunlight or kiss in moonlight, a dry and withered half-soul given over to the endless curses of Boolean expressions and the iron-hard fruits of the logick tree. Thus, Rapaire, once a proud Keeper of Human Wisdome, now lured and betrayed by the rusty, ratcheting siren song of binary, frozen in time between the crushing deadly pillars of Either and Or, ground between the stony wheels of IF and ENDIF.

We mourn the loss of our friend, and his of us, once his stout companions and loyal supporters.


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