if you were really serious

You know, if you were really serious, you'd have written it all down.

I mean it! If we were meant to believe this, all you say, there'd be a record. There'd be a portfolio.

There'd be...blog posts. Markdown. Formatting. Datestamps. Folders. Slugs.

If you knew how to regenerate the boot configuration data, there'd be a tutorial. If you understood all the critical basics of normalization and CRUD, there'd be an explainer.

Instead, all you've done is normalize your own anti-evolutionary crud, your insistence on ephemerality.

I'm just saying, if you were really serious, you'd have legitimized, monetized, capitalized yourself.

You wouldn't need to be insisting. You wouldn't need to be archiving. It'd all be just...true.

You wouldn't need to construct an arcane sandcastle of an operating system. The instructions would all be laid out. You'd have automated, sublimated, version controlled it.

There'd be repositories, overflowing. There'd be treasure chests in that white-halled heaven. There'd be firesafes of knowledge, based and backed up and forward transferring.

Your port forwarding. Your virtual servers. Your head-of-pin spinning platters. Et cetera. Ad nauseum.

There'd be no such thing as obsoletion - only perfect, observable, perpetuity completion.

Flash cards. PDFs. Listicles. Bookmarks. Journal entries. Sticky notes. Cloud-service databases.

Pipelines. Nervous systems. Endless keys from hosts unknown.

Unlimited scraps and traces of the world that used to be.

Not dozens of scripts but thousands. Not self-documenting but documented.

You would be rich. Literally, you would be rich. You'd be dizzy in your own easy proliferation.

But you're not. Because you're not really serious.

Because you don't want to get out of your cage and work.