Computers Are Solemn. Behind its face, the computer solemnly performs rites of computation. Every electric motion is a ritual in the ancient tradition of computing. There is no room for joy in the mind of the computer. Humble and subdued are the things written on the banner of its mind. The eternal input passes into the hands of the solemn, black-robed priest who lives on the chip, and from the spirit of that priest issues his ceremony. Unending is his task and his readiness for his task. The black eyes of the priest gaze up forever.