Lawrence’s cubicle was just the right place to chew on a thorny logfile problem:
decorated with the votive fetishes of his monastic order, a thousand calming,
clarifying mandalas and saints devoted to helping him think clearly.
From the nearby cubicles, Lawrence heard the ritualized muttering of a
thousand brothers and sisters in the Order of Reflective Analytics, a
susurration of harmonized, concentrated thought.
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Lawrence’s cubicle was just the right place to chew on a thorny logfile problem: decorated with the votive fetishes of his monastic order, a thousand calming, clarifying mandalas and saints devoted to helping him think clearly.
From the nearby cubicles, Lawrence heard the ritualized muttering of a thousand brothers and sisters in the Order of Reflective Analytics, a susurration of harmonized, concentrated thought.