(re-read for the umpteenth comforting time)
Poesy words arrive
in my whisky’d dog-woken brain,
like ant-trails of rain
on drought-set clay.
Blinkingly real,
tears of electric, distant storms.
Zelazny wrote,
of moth-made, Vorpal sword,
lines to end all…
That's an extremely fallacious answer. Open source doesn't prove that, indeed some of the biggest security holes in the entire internet history have been overlooked for years in open source software.
