PM Everything

No matter how things are now, since we're going to think, let's think it through completely. If even thought has boundaries, how can we reach the metaphysical? With all that groundwork laid, what exactly is "PM Everything"? It's just that I wanted to write a daily hardware inspection script 😄. For people like me who make a living by tapping the keyboard, "everything" is enough—saves time and effort, leaves more time for a nap or to slack off. But still, I have to give it a name that reflects an insight into life, so as not to appear too superficial.

Then again, what difference is there between seeming shallow and being shallow? Seeming shallow is like being a glass of plain water, nothing to see. Being shallow is also like a glass of plain water, nothing to taste. With an analogy like that, the difference between the two kinds of shallowness kind of disappears. Under the sun, everyone's just a glass of water. Show off all you want, swagger all you want, brag about what a great glass of water you are. They say a prime minister's belly could hold a boat — that's where "boundless capacity" comes from, I guess.

Dragging this on is just to pad the word count, link the previous part to the next; otherwise if I started with a burst of 'if else', 'while true', I'd be doing nothing but showing off, and it wouldn't reflect the author's depth—deep as water.

Usage: python3 pmc.py [ sw | hw | xiv | all ]

That is all the support for now — I'll add more when the mood strikes. sw refers to the optical switch, hw refers to the Huawei OceanStor series storage (I've only tested this one, and I'm pretending not to know whether the others work), and xiv refers to the IBM XIV storage. The configuration files are split into "development/testing" and "production," each in its own directory, containing sample configuration files with immutable names. Those who understand will glance at it and think "this is as simple as 1+1, and you have the nerve to show it off?" — no further explanation needed. Those who don't understand will simply pass by; after all, the farthest distance in the world is not between the ends of the earth, but the distance between me writing a comment as if it were a manual and you still asking what it means. By this logic, those who understand will understand on their own and won't deign to look; those who don't understand can't be taught, and won't deign to look either. So in the end, whatever chronicles, quotations, monologues, treatises, and the thousand-and-one words of mine are essentially just poems, prose, novels, and miscellaneous musings that arise from the scene, or the endlessly repetitive Tang and Song poems, Yuan plays, and Ming-Qing novels that amount to nothing but the whine of the literati. In the final analysis, they are no different from smoking, drinking, gambling, and other habits that cannot be openly named — they exist only to let the author feel good for a moment. Those who understand won't deign to look; those who don't understand won't deign to look either. Only the author himself, lost in self-satisfied recollection, is unable to extricate himself, lost in wild fantasies.

Look, there are so many ways to live, what you have chosen for yourself!

https://github.com/n0rvyn/pypm