Topic: Zen Error Messages.

[mistybear]

Subject: zen

In Japan, they are considering replacing the impersonal and unhelpful
Microsoft Error messages with Haiku poetry messages.
Haiku poetry has strict construction rules.
 
Each poem has only three lines, 17 syllables: five syllables in the
first line, seven in the second, five in the third.
Haiku is used to communicate a timeless message often achieving a
wistful,  yearning and powerful insight through
extreme brevity -- the essence of Zen:
 
  Serious error.
  All shortcuts have disappeared.
  Screen. Mind. Both are blank.
  -------------------------------------------------------
  Your file was so big.
  It might be very useful.
  But now it is gone.
  ------------------------------------------
  The Website you seek
  Cannot be located, but
  Countless more exist.
  -------------------------------------------
  Chaos reigns within.
  Reflect, repent, and reboot.
  Order shall return.
  ---------------------------------------------
  Program aborting:
  Close all that you have worked on.
  You ask far too much.
  ---------------------------------------------
  Windows NT crashed.
  I am the Blue Screen of Death.
  No one hears your screams.
  --------------------------------------------------
  Yesterday it worked.
  Today it is not working.
  Windows is like that.
  --------------------------------------------------
 
  First snow, then silence.
  This thousand-dollar screen dies
  So beautifully.
  --------------------------------------------------
  With searching comes loss
  And the presence of absence:
  "My Novel" not found.
  ---------------------------------------------------
  The Tao that is seen
  Is not the true Tao-until
  You bring fresh toner.
  -------------------------------------------------
  Stay the patient course.
  Of little worth is your ire.
  The network is down.
  --------------------------------------------------
  A crash reduces
  Your expensive computer
  To a simple stone.
  --------------------------------------------------
 
  Three things are certain:
  Death, taxes and lost data.
  Guess which has occurred.
  -------------------------------------------------
  You step in the stream,
  But the water has moved on.
  This page is not here.
  --------------------------------------------------
  Out of memory.
  We wish to hold the whole sky,
  But we never will.
  -------------------------------------------------
  Having been erased,
  The document you're seeking
  Must now be retyped.

[Clive]

Very commendable but I think I'll stick to my usual *#@&!