+++An abbot of the Seven-Clawed Blind Eagle Clan was tallying the +deliverables of the temple monks, when he noticed that a monk of the +Laughing Monkey Clan had produced no design documents. +
++"What if a problem were discovered in our production system?" the abbot +asked the monk. "How would the cause be understood by any besides +yourself?" +
++"The code itself should be examined," said the monk. "The Document is a +sickly beast, easily subject to the Three Plagues of Error: omission, +obfuscation, and obsolescence." +
++The abbot reported this to the Java master, who said: "Have the monk +balance on one foot with his staff outstretched, every day from dusk to +midnight. If he can say a word to please me I will revoke the punishment, +but not otherwise." +
++"Is there such a word?" asked the abbot. +
++"It is difficult to be certain," reflected the master. "Yesterday I was +pleased by the sound of a cricket chirping after the first three drops +of rain. The day before, the plashing of milk in a pail returned me to +a pleasant memory of my youth. Perhaps the answer lies in the fragrance +of a white lotus that drifted once in a pond below my window." +
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