[[Floating in space]]
Speaker: Last night I drifted off while reading a Lisp book.
Stick Figure Man: Huh?
Speaker: Suddenly, I was bathed in a suffusion of blue.
[[Floating in space before a vast concept tree]]
Speaker: At once, just like they said, I felt a great enlightenment. I saw the naked structure of Lisp code unfold before me.
Stick Figure Man: My God
Stick Figure Man: It's full of 'car's
Speaker: The patterns and metapatterns danced. Syntax faded, and I swam in the purity of quantified conception. Of ideas manifest.
Truly, this was the language from which the gods wrought the Universe.
[[Floating in space with God appearing through a line of clouds]]
God: No, it's not.
Stick Figure Man: It's not?
God: I mean, ostensibly, yes. Honestly, we hacked most of it together with Perl.
{{Alt Text: We lost the documentation on quantum mechanics. You'll have to decode the regexes yourself.}}
Warning: this comic occasionally contains strong language (which may be unsuitable for children), unusual humor (which may be unsuitable for adults), and advanced mathematics (which may be unsuitable for liberal-arts majors).
We did not invent the algorithm. The algorithm consistently finds Jesus. The algorithm killed Jeeves. The algorithm is banned in China. The algorithm is from Jersey. The algorithm constantly finds Jesus. This is not the algorithm. This is close.