Academic's Lament

There's not much that will reduce me to tears. Apparently the state of 
enterprise development is one such thing. I gaze upon the lives of hundreds of 
thousands of developers and my heart aches for their senseless suffering.

I have no blame to place. I wish not to point fingers.

We've forgotten where we started: nothing. All has sprung forth from the Void, 
guided by the Minds between the Chairs and Keyboards. Misshapen eldritch horrors
that consume all in sight, warping the Minds into summoning an even bigger 
fish. When will it end? Where will we be when that which is summoned consumes 
the Void itself?
 
Minds of Math, those who have immersed themselves in the Void and remain Pure, 
those that are few in number. Pour forth your efforts, loose your Creations 
against the rabid machinations of the Twisted. It is this, our only hope, that 
shall defend us from the Destroyer of Worlds whom the Twisted unknowingly summon
with mindless glee.