soliloquy.txt

To rewrite, or not to rewrite- that is the question: 
Whether 'tis better for the product to suffer
The features and debt of outrageous history
Or to once again battle a sea of edge cases,
And by forgetting relive them. To wish- to hope-
No more; and by hope to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand unnatural cases
That code can error to. 'Tis a codebase
Devoutly to be wish'd. To wish- to hope.
To hope- perchance to rebuild: ay, there's the rub!
For in that hope of clarity what simplicity comes
When we have removed this outdated cruft
Must give us success. But give the respect
To the current repo of such long life.
For who would bear the features of the past,
High expectations, the race conditions,
The admin tools, the product delay,
The exhaustion overcome, and the data
That shall posthaste be moved to a new store
As each mistake of the past be brought back
With sighs of regret? Who would these issues bear,
To toil and code under a weary life,
But that the chance of something rebuilt
That undiscover'd codebase, from whose lines
No complexity returns- tempts the will,
And makes us choose between those ills we have
Than sprint towards others we know not of?
Thus the unknowns make cowards of us all,
And thus the heavy weight of such choice
Is oft tempered by promises of thought,
And refactorings of great scope and breadth
With this regard the hope does turn awry
And lose the name of action.- What say you?
The lauded pivot! Siren of opportunity
May all our sins be forgotten.