Programming isn’t that hard. Really. With enough time and determination, almost everybody could write some useful code. The Internet is full of tutorials that teach you programming from scratch, full of people who faced the same problems you do, full of people who solved those problems and shared their solutions for you to use, and finally full of free libraries that you can just use. All you need to do is learn some tools, google your problems and put together pieces of code that you find.
But if it’s not a black magic, not a secret knowledge, then why are software developers so well paid?
When I first heard the term “Autowiring”, I thought it sounds exciting. But when I learned more or less what is it about, I got pretty sceptical of the idea. Too much magic, too much implied information... However, when I finally used it for the first time... Gosh I wish I could never define services manually again!
At first I didn’t really think about it. It was yet another thing that my parents taught me and I just accepted. Boys and girls need to have separate toilets and locker rooms, so that the boys wouldn’t do nasty things to the girls. Simple.
But one day a cleaning lady came in to the boys’ locker room. And one day a female teacher come in. How come? Why can they see half-naked boys, while our female classmates cannot? That got me thinking and trying to find any sense in that.
I can’t count how many times I’ve been accused of “only being and atheist because I hate god!”. How the hell can I possibly hate something that I claim does not exists?
But no worries – if he existed, I’d hate him so much!
Say you’ve found a host lying on a street. Is there any way whatsoever to determine, whether it’s still just a bread, or maybe it’s already transformed into god in person?
It’s possible to determine, which floor was used to bake it, more or less when did it happen, how much smog have settled on it in the meanwhile. If we really try, we can figure out practically it’s whole history – but it’s impossible to say, if it’s entire nature changed drastically? That means just one thing: no, it didn’t change.
If a body A and a body B are totally indistinguishable from each other (whether physically or “spiritually”), then A = B. God’s not in that bread. Transsubstantiation is a myth.
Powiedzmy znalazłeś na ulicy hostię. Czy jest jakikolwiek sposób, by odróżnić czy to jeszcze zwykły chleb, czy to już przeistoczona bozia we własnej osobie?
Możliwe jest zbadanie, z jakiej mąki została upieczona, kiedy mniej więcej powstała, ile osiadło na niej smogu w międzyczasie, gdy się uprzemy, możemy poznać praktycznie całą jej historię – ale nie da się stwierdzić, czy całkowicie zmieniła się jej natura? To znaczy tylko jedno: nie zmieniła się.
Jeśli ciało A i ciało B są od siebie zupełnie nierozróżniane (czy to fizycznie, czy “duchowo”), to A = B. Bozi w chlebku nie ma. Transsubstancjacja to mit.
Podchodzi do mnie starszy koleś w różowej sukieneczce i podaje mi do zmacania kawałek szmatki z garderoby trupa. Wierzy bowiem, że ten amulet oraz wymamrotane pod nosem zaklęcie sprawią, że dobre mzimu będzie mnie bardziej lubiło.
Ta sytuacja miała miejsce naprawdę, lecz większość świadków zapewne opisałaby to inaczej: katolicki arcybiskup usiłował mi pobłogosławić za pomocą relikwii drugiego stopnia św. Jana Pawła II.