Some of the readers of this list express frustration at
their inability to harvest meaning from some of the postings.

One recent message seems to me to be quite likely to spawn
such a plight.  I find it however, to be a group of ASCII
characters, whose mutual relationships spring in their union
in my mind, to that artistic level that I would describe as
the appreciation of poetry.

As I dodge the tomatoes and hunch to the side assuaging the
effect of fearful calls, I will now, perform my interpretation
of the piece: 

	'This plane is your plane; a dark music'
//

It was a dark and stormy night....

When machines first evolved to the complexity that 
It was possible for them to be used,

To aid the person who would write, to a level at which
He was speedier with a machine rather than without,

A problem arose that was perhaps mostly due to the inability
Of the designers of these machines to have imagined 

That the abilities of the human mechanisms for which 
These monsters were designed, were far too adaptable,

To have been anticipated by a mere conglomeration of
Pressings, and fasteners and long drawn foresight.

There all too quickly came the day, when the allotted
*Parameters* were exceeded, and the first individual rose,

And said, "I have used the machine that you have made.
I have used it well, but I have come to a place where

The machine can not serve me as quickly as of I am in need.
At my point of greatest achievement in speed, the 

Impacting keys would find themselves together, only to impede 
One another to the point that none could find their target."

The designer reprieved to his cellar of widgets and 
Springs, and Collars and Nooses and Hopes, and Tears.

When he arose, with the shining promise of a new path away
>From the shrouds that would bind us in our own

Zeal for advancement, efficiency and wealth, forsaking those 
Early dreams of eternal truth, and _unmaskable_ bliss,

He lifted the newfound propeller of dreams as 
High in his hands as his stature would allow, saying,

"I have improved the machine, let there be no doubt of this,
there will be no more binding of keys, nor displeasure of user.

I have confused the order of the keys of the writing machine
To the point that we all can be certain that 

No professional, no artist, no prodigy, no future, will 
See past the labyrinth that I have laid, (at no leisure)"

And so will the writing machine reign on, as the close 
best of two in speed if second in character.

//

Or, in other words:

	> dze qwerty key layout = des!gnd 2 slo down typ!stz
	> + thuz 2 prevent jamupz

The interpretation of the remaining lines of the post in 
question is left to the reader as an exercise.

Toby

	-There otta be a law-