To code, or not to code? That is the question.
Wheter 'tis nobler in the IDE to write
The functions and the variables of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of lines,
And, by coding, compile them? To drag, to drop!
No more, and by a blueprint we say we end
The heartache and the thousand natural bugs
That we are heir to, ‘tis an engine
Devoutly to be used! To drag, to drop!
To compile, perchance to execute, ay, there’s the rub,
For in that execution of death what bugs may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal work,
Must give us pause. There’s the respect
That make buggy a programmer’s life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time
Th’OpenGL code, the proud MS’ DX12,
Vulkan fans, the PhysX threads,
…
When he himself might his quietus make
With a simple blueprint?
…
Soft you know,
The fair Sweeney! - Geek, in thy lines of code
Be all my bugs remembered.
Written by William Shakespeare while coding ZZT
