Poetry for Engineers: The UI Designer’s Dream

My job is to translatedry and unrelenting codeinto a user interface of surpassing beauty.With my mouse, I roll one pixel after anotherup the vast anthill of the internet.My dream is to translatethe visions of the holy onesinto a communication protocolof universal wonderment.I want to launch shreds of light into the airto fall like a layer of diamondson the endless mountains of the Web.Don’t imagine these dreams are limitedby the LANs of the software lab.Between here and the ultimateunlimited interface of my aspirationslives a dazzling darkness,wide as the universe and thin as a hair.