... is that the computer will crash on you.
Sometimes these get distributed via e-mail, something you come across them when looking for something else. Perhaps its a sign of the existence of that great logical click in the sky that a group of computer haiku found its way to me while working on this column. Sometimes haiku of this sort are insufferable, but sometimes they succeed beautifully. (At least one page I've come across sees them as a bastardization of a noble form and suggests people write limericks instead.) I'll offer two that for me catch the true feel of computer unpredictability.
The Web site you seek
cannot be located but
endless others exist.
You step in the stream,
but the water has moved on.
This page is not here.
More can be found here, and who knows on how many other pages.
Go to: At the root of all order?, or
Go to: The Church of the Eternal Click.