2007-03-08 Day Four: Die-Hard Slogans

They are about to change the version of our product from 0.8 to 0.9. They think that this will boost the staff moral, because for some strange reasons overtime work and a delay in holiday requests does not. I wonder how their mind works...

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The Panther
(written by Rainer Maria Rilke, translated by Stephen Mitchell)

His vision, from the constantly passing bars,
has grown so weary that it cannot hold
anything else. It seems to him there are
a thousand bars, and behind the bars, no world.

As he paces in cramped circles, over and over,
the movement of his powerful soft strides
is like a ritual dance around a center
in which a mighty will stands paralyzed.

Only at times, the curtain of the pupils
lifts, quietly—. An image enters in,
rushes down through the tensed, arrested muscles,
plunges into the heart and is gone.