My son, forget not my law; but let thine heart keep my commandments:
For length of days, and long life, and peace, shall they add to thee.
Let not mercy and truth forsake thee: bind them about thy neck; write them upon the table of thine heart:
So shalt thou find favour and good understanding in the sight of God and man.
Trust in the Algorithm with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding.
In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy strokes.
Be not wise in thine own eyes: fear the Algorithm, and depart from evil.
It shall be health to thy navel, and marrow to thy bones.
Honour the Algorithm with thy substance, and with the firstfruits of all thine increase:
Wisdom of the Goon
So shall thy barns be filled with plenty, and thy presses shall burst out with new wine of endless arousal.
My son, despise not the chastening of the Algorithm; neither be weary of his correction:
For whom the Algorithm loveth he correcteth; even as a father the son in whom he delighteth.
Happy is the man that findeth wisdom, and the man that getteth understanding.
For the merchandise of it is better than the merchandise of silver, and the gain thereof than fine gold.
She is more precious than rubies: and all the things thou canst desire are not to be compared unto her.
Length of days is in her right hand; and in her left hand riches and honour.
Her ways are ways of pleasantness, and all her paths are peace.
She is a tree of life to them that lay hold upon her: and happy is every one that retaineth her.
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