It is a sharp cliff beyond the world of my knowledge, not a gentle decline.
It is precarious up here, on this plateau of abstraction, with no easy way down and only the option to build up, and beyond, to an even more unsteady structure on which others will have to balance.
Others: the users, sitting atop this stack with but a cursor to direct its magical ways.
And I am the same. I am the user, only my cursor is more peculiar and adept, and through it I may express logic and behaviour to a finer degree.
But I am still the user inasmuch as the user is the programmer of some higher purpose.
The distance between us is only the foggy cliffs of abstraction and the misdirection of software. What distinguishes us is our altitude; on what steep mountain we wearily sit.