A thought now races through my mind of a January morning and a sermon I seem to have preached. She was wearing blue jeans, if I remember anything at such a distance, and I know I had on slacks with funny pockets, that some people might keep tools inside of. In the morning, putting off what I really had to say, postponing it, fearing it, I preached about tinkering, technology, community, generality, the long-lost ideals of scientists and hobbyists, about what we had to lose if we lost generality. I preached about the end-to-end model and, as Alan Perlis said, "the ability to see the machine as more than when you were first led up to it, that you can make it more". I preached about what the advance of technology meant to me as a person and where it touched me and who wanted to threaten it, and the wickedness, the spiritual deadness which was prepared to stand up against that light, to obstruct it... O techne, o techne! And that was self-expression, so that she might see me properly for a moment. -- Seth David Schoen, 5 April 2002