Thursday's MLB Game of Choice.

This afternoon my Texas Rangers will again host the New York Mets at Globe Life Field in Arlington, TX. This game is scheduled to start at 1:35 PM CDT. This will be the third and final game in a 3-game series the two teams are playing. As usual I'll be following the game's scores and stats in real time via MLB's Gameday Service where we can also find links to the radio-call of the game provided by announcers of either team we choose.

And the adventure continues.

Inbetweeners 25- Lurian's Inauguration

Inauguration isn't the right word, but I can't quite find the one I'm looking for here. This post will serve as a bridge, describing the direct aftermath of the ambush on Zariel. The players had been equivocating when it came to siding with Zariel or the Shadow of Torm, with Uzo more clearly on the side of Zariel. I decided that their indecision provided an opportunity for both Lurian and the Interloper to seize. Lurian is nothing if not decisive, and with Uzo having delivered Zariel's request and the players not speaking up saying they wanted the Interloper to betray Zariel, things shook out as they did. Promptly after the assault, Taric's surviving assault team traveled with Lurian and an imprisoned Bael back to the material plane. The next thing the players received as a sort of narrative cutscene, so to speak. The first of several in this campaign:

“At a sprawling war camp built for the forging of paladins and fiend-hunters, a massive, impromptu assembly is underway. A stage—clearly thrown together in haste—rests at the heart of the camp, surrounded by a crowd buzzing with anxious energy. Behind them, a teleportation circle pulses with divine light as elite clerics, battle-scarred paladins, and grim-faced warriors arrive by the dozen. The air hums with urgency. Whatever is about to happen, it wasn’t planned. It was summoned.

Atop the stage stands Seraphine Ashward, High Inquisitor of Torm, cloaked in crimson and silver. Her voice rings out like steel striking an anvil:

“Brothers. Sisters. Bearers of the Light. I will keep this brief–there is so much work to be done. For too long has our world, the world of mortals, blessed with free will and immortal souls, served as a feasting ground for fiends. The exile faction–self named Shadow of Torm, fell into wrath and ruin fighting that truth. Taric Hellbane, their commander, cast all aside to launch a suicidal assault into the Hells, bent on slaying a Lord of Hell itself. Unable to dissuade him from this quest, and under Torm’s direction, I accompanied him with a few elite warriors with the hopes of bringing our lost brother back and perhaps achieving the impossible, defeating one of the hell lords. Taric died with sword in hand, surrounded by infernal fire. And we would have joined him... if not for a miracle.

Lurian—an archangel, chained for an age in the deepest torment—broke free. And he saved us.”

Murmurs spread like wildfire. A ripple of awe. “An angel… It’s true…”

“Not only did he deliver us, he captured one of Hell’s archdukes. Bael—Mammon’s general, the fanged maw of Avarice itself. Though we lost Taric, what Lurian brought us... is more than vengeance. It is restoration. The Shadow has returned to the fold.””

A radiant explosion of light engulfs the stage, and as it fades, Lurian stands where there was once only air—wings unfurled, glowing like a second sun. His voice is thunder wrapped in silk:

“Thank you, Seraphine.

Warriors of the Light—your despair ends here. For too long you bled while the heavens stayed silent. For too long you fought, prayed, and died, while the wicked profaned the sacred and preyed upon the innocent. No more.

I have brought light to the Shadow. They are reborn. From this moment, they are the Judgement of Torm—and they will bring divine reckoning to all who crawl from Hell to despoil this world.”

The crowd erupts in a frenetic roar.

As the cheers rise, members of the Judgement of Torm drag forward a chained, mutilated figure—Bael, archduke of Mammon. His horned head hangs low. His body is lacerated, maimed by radiant fire. His eye is gone. His tongue, severed. Flesh stripped in holy patterns.

(Perception DC 15) reveals Bael has undergone extensive torture (Insight DC 15) suggests that these methods were learned from what Lurain experienced in the Torment (Insight DC 20) perhaps there was a reason that Lurian was abandon by his angelic brethren

“Behold: Bael, Archduke, Infernal general and deputy of Mammon. One of the hellish warlords who trafficked in mortal souls like coin. He has... cooperated. We now possess the names and locations of Mammon’s soul-harvesting sites across the mortal realm.

Until now, when an archfiend was slain, their essence would slink back to Hell to fester and rise again. But with me beside you—with heaven’s fire in your hands—we can erase them. Forever.”

He lifts his sword.

It howls with celestial fury. He brings it down. Bael is engulfed in pure, blinding light. No scream escapes him. His form erupts into divine flame, burning away until there’s nothing left.

The crowd is consumed in rapturous, holy fervor.

“Your orders will come soon. Stand ready. From this day forward, we cleanse this realm of the abyssal, the infernal, and all who crawl forth from the Lower Planes. We are not alone. Others of the Light have answered the call. We are becoming a force so righteous, so terrible, that Asmodeus himself will fear our light.”

If the group scans the crowd, they will see it is mostly followers of Torm, but there are also followers of Helm, Tyr, and even a few half dragon followers of Bahamut and a handful of knights in all red.

**when the group finishes, the ghost of Taric will appear in the background, watching silently. He will be pleased with the situation, though he has fallen, the Shadow is stronger than ever. He is amused by Seraphine and Lurians bending of the truth and omission of Zariel and the Interloper… but ends justify the means. The Shadow has been unleashed.” “

So there is a lot to unpack here. Let's start with the name change. The Shadow of Torm is now known as the Judgement of Torm. This is a little on the nose, but the group is stepping out of the shadow and into the light. Their victory has led to the group being brought back into the light and the fold of Torm. But more than that, in a way the remainder of the Temple of Torm has come under their fold. The rebrand is a very big deal. How were they able to do this? A few factors were playing into their favor:

1) Lurian's presence on the material plane

It is rare that angels directly intervene on the material plane, and when they do it is usually lower level angels and archons. For a Planetar to directly treat with paladins, one who had escaped the hells and helped defeat a lord of hell made for exceptional propaganda. News spread like wildfire, and no one wanted to be the one to speak out against the devil slaying angelic warrior.

2) Bael's Capture

Bael was an archdevil general and one of hell's greatest tacticians and direct subordinate of Mammon himself. While is name wasn't as well known as Zariel's, anyone who studied the Nine Hells and their military structure would be well aware of his prowess, reputation and long history of victories. Having a fiend of this level bagged and tagged by mere mortal paladins, even with the help of an angel, was near unprecedented. The irony here is Bael's only direct sin was trying to betray Zariel, the Shadows' original target. Hell, he would have probably helped them get Zariel, of course in secret. I kind of envision that Lurian was able to isolate him by offering a way to help eliminate Zariel. It wouldn't exactly be fashionable for a archdevil to meet with an angel, and he wouldn't have excepted the ambush or to be bested by an angel in single combat.

3) Seraphine Ashward

Seraphine was the high inquisitor of the followers of Torm. Under any other circumstances her relationship with the Shadow of Torm would be adversarial. The fact she was standing side by side with them and introducing/anointing Lurian went a long way.

4) Taric's Sacrifice

Taric dying to fulfil this mission lent it credibility. Holy warriors love a martyr, and his sacrifice immediately washed away his checkered past. Where rank and file paladins may have spoken ill of Taric prior to this meeting, the fact he died taking down Bael immediately made him a saint. The part at the end shows that Taric would not have even minded the deception, he would have approved of it. His entire mission was to bring about a crusade against the lower planes on the material plane. Zariel was just a target that would galvanize the base and help the Shadow come into the light. Through Taric's demise, Lurian was able to achieve this and so much more than he could imagine.

5) Timing

There was an uptick in infernal incursions on the material plane as the players saw with the desecration of the Temple of Torm or the vrock masquerade mass casualty event. The troops were restless and ready for a leader to galvanize them.

So yeah, Lurian managed a synergy of luck through timing and legitimate skill in understanding optics and motivating others and really put it all to work. Some really important things to note:

-It wasn't just followers of Torm who were present. Followers of many other good aligned gods, and some neutral gods (the knights in red allude to the follower of the Red Knight). Bahamut's followers presence will become important later. But Lurian isn't just seeking to unite the followers of Torm, he wants all sympathetic holy warriors under one banner. Again, he accelerates and constantly scales up. This is exactly what the heavens were afraid of and why they left him to the Torment in the first place.

-Lurian tortured Bael, and used the same torture he experienced in the Torment. He isn't above cruelty if it furthers his purpose. And there are no protests. Lurian is shifting the overton window for his new crusade in real time.

-Us Or Them: Lurian is framing this as an absolutist crusade against the lower planes. There will be a fear that if you don't join it, you are standing against it and on the side of evil.

-Far Realm Powers: This was unveiled to the players more later, but Lurian didn't just execute Bael, he destroyed him utterly. Normally when an archfiend is killed on the material, they reform in the lower planes over time. Lurian is flexing powers from the Interloper to literally erase his enemies.

-Bael is a servant of Mammon. Lurian, and the group by proxy, has just committed a grave act against Mammon without even realizing it. This becomes very important later on.

So what happens next, mostly in the backgrounds for the players since the generally are off plane or in the spaces between planes, is a theocratic-populist uprising. Holy warriors of all creeds are welcome to join the Judgement of Torm. Recruitment eventually expands to anyone who can hold a weapon and wants to help. This immediately creates a lot of targets on Lurian's back, so he realizes he needs to scale up in power more quickly than his opponents can mobilize. The Interloper is integral in this plan as his power is unprecedented and gives Lurian an edge his opponets don't understand. So since I'm apparently in a list making mood today, let's lay out Lurian's current allies and enemies:

ALLIES

1) The Interloper. Can't overstate the importance here. Lurian is able to break the laws of reality and the rules of magic with his help. And for the Interloper this is a splendid arrangement—Lurian is essentially a macro-scale experiment assessing the efficacy of some of his designs. Just as Zariel has been set loose on the lower planes, now Lurian is set loose on the material. Lurian can also provide the Interloper with an intel network and a buffer against the Protectors of the Weave. This synergy will become more pronounced later on.

2)Followers of Torm and other gods that have on their manifest slaying fiends as one of their top priorities. They feel like they've had their hands tied for centuries and now they are unleashed.

3)Zariel—This one can never be official but there is an implicit understanding. Ultimately both want the same thing, the destruction of fiends in the lower planes. Both are iconoclasts exiled from heaven, who stand opposed to Celestia's indifference. Mysteriously, the Judgement of Torm never seems to hit a temple of Zariel, and suddenly her recruitment of souls for the Blood War skyrockets as she lacks any competitors. Followers of Mammon seeking souls? Found strung up and executed, with holy glyphs burned into their skin. Zariel? Take the guise of good aligned forces fighting evil. The lines are really blurred between the two factions.

4)The Inbetweeners. For better or worse, they are bound to Lurian now.

5)The fledgling Harmonium. Not quite yet named the Harmonium, the Beeple Hive has been recruiting wayward low level celestials and Elythos spends his time there.

6)Vox Populi- Commoners fucking love the Judgement of Torm. Many nobles, wealthy merchants, etc have pacts with devils and demons that allowed them to reach their level of status and power. It's one of those worst kept secret type things, everyone suspects it but it is rarely spoken about in the open. Lurian's crusade targets anyone in league with fiends. This means armies with inpunity showing up and killing cruel land barons, deposing corrupt kings, etc. His movement needs some wealth to fund itself, but for the most part he can redistribute it to the people in return for their good will and cooperation. He becomes a cross between Robin Hood, Moses and Ghost Rider, but with the charisma of an angel. I can't overstate the importance of this for geopolitics on the material plane at large. Lets say you are a subsistence peasant, barely getting by. You find out your lord has a secret shrine to Graz'zt, the demon lord. You narc him out to the judgement of Lurian. Next thing you know some paladins show up, haul him off, slaughter any of his guard who try to intercede (they probably won't). His family is stripped of all titles and wealth. Suddenly the land is redistributed to the peasants and they establish a recruiting station to the Judgement of Torm. People destitutely poor their entire life suddenly have something, and their children are signing up to join the crusade. This sort of dynamic spreads like wildfire.

ENEMIES

1)The High Heavens- This is exactly what the establishment forces in Celestia and related planes feared, and why they saw Lurian imprisoned. They have a non-interference pact with the material, and Lurian is grossly violating it. The wheels of justice move slowly there, and it takes a while for things to filter through the bureaucracy... but they will come for him.

2)All the lords of the lower planes save Zariel... and surprisingly enough Asmodeus. Lurian has made war on all the lower planes. The very livelihood of these lords, the flow of souls is in jeopardy. If he becomes powerful enough war may came to their doorstep. While most of the lesser devil lords see an opponent though, Asmodeus plays the long game. He sees.... potential.

3)Protectors of the Weave- He's using Far Realm power to disrupt the balance. He's got to go.

4)The established powers of the Material. No one in power likes a populist uprising upsetting the status quo.

So yeah, his enemies are vast and way outscale Lurian in capability. So he realizes his uprising must be so meteoric that the heavens and lords of the material will avoid the optics of going after him. As for the lords of the lower planes, they are his chosen enemies so no issues there. His real issue is going to the the Protectors of the Weave.

As the campaign progresses, this conflict will mature and become a defining conflict mostly in the background of what the players are dealing with. The Judgement of Torm, which will eventually just become the Judgement of Lurian as he takes on a messianic status, is evidence of what happens when the players use powers outside the bounds of reality to manipulate things. The consequences rapidly scale outside of their control. On the upside, however, they have a very powerful ally with a rapidly growing army at his side. An alliance with both Zariel and Lurian isn't a bad place to be.

I think I'll do a separate post on Zariel post the ambush.

“Like the watcher of a doe sipping water from a stream, we must approach faith holding our breath lest we startle her wild presence.” – Beverly Lanzetta

Faith as a wild, unpeopled presence becomes felt over time. Her covert movements in cold, dark mornings are sensed as a slip of shadow over there. A bolt through the dark right here. A still, listening, unseen ear pricked for doubt or fear. One twitch and she flees.

And yet doubt, Great Doubt, is often what sends me her way. It leads me beyond the woods, down into the dank rocky ravine where no trails lead. Step by slow step in slippery blackness. Following only the essence of Silence. Neither holding breath nor breathing hard: both drive her away.

Soft, tender without desire, without wanting seems to lure her back. The soundless dance resumes. She leads the way through the doubt, the fear, the unseeable, the unknowable. She watches curiously when I, now, cross into the essence beyond even her terrain. Who would say they have her, know her, or circumscribe her by any means has missed her entirely.

In een van mijn vorige posts had ik wat bedenkingen over Bluesky, omdat je niet zo gemakkelijk naar een andere instantie zou kunnen gaan. Er is nu ook Eurosky, én er is een webpagina die je een handleiding geeft voor het verhuizen naar Eurosky. Bovendien, in Europa is al beweging gaande van Amerikaanse techbedrijven zoals Google en Microsoft naar Europese alternatieven als Nextcloud. Dan mag ik als gebruiker ook een klein steentje bijdragen. Het moet allemaal niet zo moeilijk zijn, dus een aantal weken geleden heb ik dat geprobeerd. De genoemde handleiding bevat weinig illustraties. Ik heb de screenshots en wat aantekeningen over het proces zoals ik het heb ervaren, bewaard. Hopelijk geeft dat een indruk van wat je te wachten staat als je het waagt hetzelfde te doen.

En dan ga ik bewust niet naar de pagina waar je een nieuw account kunt maken, maar naar de migratiepagina die in de handleiding genoemd wordt. Want ik heb natuurlijk al een account op Bluesky en men belooft dat je gewoon alles wat je op Bluesky hebt staan helemaal naar Eurosky zou kunnen zetten. Volgens deze migratiepagina moet ik een paar zaakjes klaar hebben liggen. – Mijn “handle” op bluesky (mistynotes.bsky.social), – wachtwoord (blabla), – toegang tot mijn email die gekoppeld is aan bluesky, en – de naam: eurosky.social waar ik naar toe wil. Die heb ik in een kladblokje klaarliggen.

Van de meeste stappen heb ik dus screenshots gemaakt, die hopelijk voor zichzelf spreken.

Eerst maar de accountgegevens invullen.

Oei, er gaat iets fout.

Mijn handle is mistynotes.nl in plaats van mistynotes. Dit had ik gedaan omdat je een domein kon toevoegen als extra verificatie op Bluesky. Dit domein dan maar weer weghalen en er mistynotes van maken.

Na het veranderen van de handle stappen we verder naar 2, het in te vullen e-mail adres gerelateerd aan je Bluesky account.

De doelserver in stap 3 is natuurlijk eurosky.

Destination Server Legal Terms? Ik weet niet wat dat is, dus die laat ik even leeg en kijk wat er gebeurt.

O, dan toch maar aanvinken, en dan gaat het wel goed. Ach.

Het nieuwe handle is hetzelfde maar dan op Eurosky in plaats van Bluesky.

Even alles controleren en een waarschuwing dat je van te voren van alles een back-up moet maken. In Bluesky heb je onder instellingen de optie om te exporteren. Die heb ik dan maar voor de zekerheid gebruikt.

Je e-mail wordt geverifieerd door er een code naar te sturen, die je vervolgens moet invullen in dit formulier.

Dan is de migratie “gestart”.

Maar voor de zekerheid nog een bevestigingscode invullen. Want je weet maar nooit.

En dan nog een vraag of je het écht wel zeker weet.

Een venster met een groeibalkje verschijnt.

Daarna krijg je nog een venster waarin een code, de rotatiesleutel, staat vermeld. Die moet je bewaren voor een eventueel accountherstel.

En als laatste kom je weer op de beginpagina uit, wat misschien verwarrend is, want je hoeft niet nog een account te verhuizen.

Tijdens dit migratieproces krijg je een aantal informatiemails met links naar pagina's die gegevens zouden moeten bevatten over de migratie. Maar die migratie wordt kennelijk niet gevonden. Als ik op zo'n link klik krijg ik een pagina met alleen een melding:

“Migratie niet gevonden: EURO-1R3TXA8EGCKIU6QW”.

Ik geloof dat ik pas heb gekeken nadat de migratie is afgerond, dus dan zal alles wel weer opgeschoond zijn, en zijn die logbestanden er niet meer. Na het opnieuw inloggen op de Bluesky pagina met natuurlijk een andere gebruikersnaam (mistnotes.eurosky.social) en het nieuwe wachtwoord dat verkregen is, krijg ik alles netjes te zien zoals het eerst op de originele Bluesky-server stond. Dus alles is toch goed verlopen. Het ziet er allemaal precies hetzelfde uit als vóór de migratie, alleen zit ik nu op een andere server. Dan voor de zekerheid de inloggegevens en die rotatiesleutel in de wachtwoordmanager opslaan, en klaar!

Het duurde in totaal zo'n een half uurtje, waarschijnlijk ook omdat ik niet veel gepost heb op Bluesky. Maar het beloofde wordt bewaarheid, en het is dus ook niet veel werk.

#bluesky #eurosky #socialmedia

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Photo par Gauthier Delecroix, licence CC BY 2.0

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在荷蘭生活了三年多之後，我經歷了一場小小的存在主義危機。

我在朝九晚五的生活中從辦公室到住家兩點一線，每天的時間悠悠哉哉地倏忽即逝，雖然無法大富大貴，但也算是生活多有冗餘。

見過面的朋友多半都會說我長胖了，那是自然。從開始工作後我沒過過比過往三年更work-life balance的日子。但於此同時，我也開始看不見、又或說惰於思考比今天、明天、後天，以及其他更遠更遠的事情。

上班、下班、讀讀書、參加或主辦一些活動填滿了我的日常。

每天多出了不少自己的時間，但其實並不很記得自己是怎麼揮霍的，或許是在閱讀、或許是在重拾很久沒有的遊戲時光、又或許只是Doomscrolling。

偶爾我還記得，在這以前的日子是怎麼度過的：我工作、我出差、完成專案、創造改變；跳槽、升遷、念書進修。我在職涯與人生的階梯上不斷地往上爬。

但現在，在一切終於穩定下來的時候，我卻突然感受到未來的輪廓變得更加模糊。

大概就是在那時，我開啟了這個寫散文的Blog，想著或許可以再次嘗試書寫一些東西。畢竟這段時間以來我難得重拾了以前閱讀的習慣，而讀閒書帶給我的快樂，讓我憶起了自己的少年時代。

只不過，萬事起頭難。

在疏於書寫多年後，要重新把腦子裡發散的意想凝結於方塊字上，那困難度遠超我所想。於是眾多零散草稿，往往寥寥數句，至今仍閒置在我硬碟或筆記本的某處。

而另一個層面，過去幾年AI創作過於氾濫，比起坐在桌前搜破我的枯空肚腸硬擠出不倫不類的文句，給個主題與關鍵字，各種語言模型就可以吐出密密麻麻的細緻長文。

我自己也沉迷過一陣子用AI工具產出各種無關品質，但量大管飽的奇幻或科幻小說。

都這樣的時候了，下那麼大功夫寫些關於自己生命瑣事的散文到底又有何意義呢？

但，生命就是會在你煩惱些對世界毫無影響的問題時，給你驚喜。

和伴侶討論、擱置許久的生育計畫，隨著進入生活安定的時期又不停地在日常中載浮載沉，而這類型的討論走到最後，總會抵達一個終點：To be or not to be。

當然現實並不總是那麼極端，只是走過了領養代替生育、女性主義與傳統價值的思辨、生命的意義並不總是在於繁衍宇宙繼起之生命云云各種打高空的辯證與爭論後，我們還是得拉回來，決定身體力行的方向。

而我必須承認，親愛的，這並不是一個最好的時候；又或者，生育這件事情從來就沒有所謂好的時候。世界有很多的問題、人類有很多的問題、我跟我的家庭、人生都還有很多問題。

但是我還是很高興，親愛的，你選擇了我們作為自己誕生的家庭。

我一直以為，類似這種重大的事件，應該是在一切內在外在條件都準備好後，才會發生，但就又是那麼剛好，在同一時間我找到了一個讓我拾獲熱情的新工作，原本安定的一切一瞬之間又可能發生天翻地覆地改變，讓我想到媽的多重宇宙的英文片名：《Everything everywhere all at once》。

過去幾個月來，雖然懷有身孕的人不是我，但期待、興奮、憂愁、焦慮在我身上就像微小的四季循環往復。又同時，新的工作在漫長的簽證程序結束後終於開始，每天開車通勤上班、開會、提案、做決定、試錯，日常涉及的內容突然上升了好幾個層級，一瞬間感覺自己好像晉級變成了高級大人。

或許這才是生活真正的樣貌，所有的事情都在各種地方同時爆炸。

就在這樣的情況下，我卻突然又開始看往了時間很遠很遠的方向，生命又有了各種可能，很多的畫面與想像又開始可以重新被放進到未來的草圖當中。

這時，我從很小很小就想像過一個畫面，又從記憶的深處如泡沫浮了上來。泡泡中包裹的我，是個在家專職寫作的無用丈夫，認真相妻教子。雖然現在這個畫面，從各種角度來說都不太可能發生，但我還能寫作這件事情是不變的。

我想寫作最重要的一件事，是因為讀者的存在。由作者發起單向的投接球，透過文字讓意念跨越人肉身與大腦的孤寂，拋向讀者。文字在由活人拋出的瞬間，或許就創造出了獨特的意義。

當然親愛的，我知道這不是一個最好的時候，我們有很多的問題還要處裡、有更多比渺小的我的日常我的記憶重要得多的事情要討論。更不用說，我寫出來的內容在這個時代並不比任何一個某某某或甚至AI的產出更有價值。

但是我想做的，只是想把自己經歷的這一切，往未來的某處丟去。

就如同《地。—關於地球的運動—》當中約蘭達所說的

文字簡直就是奇蹟，只要使用文字，就能超越時間與地點，可以為兩百年前的訊息落淚，也可以為一千年前的傳說大笑。 你能相信嗎？我們的人生，都被困在這個時代裡，無法逃脫。 但是，只有在閱讀文字的時候，能夠聽到古時候的偉人向我開口說話， 在那一刻，我彷彿脫離了這個時代，變成文字的思想會永存於世， 甚至可以不斷推動未來的某些人，這種事難道……不就是奇蹟嗎？

Det började en helt vanlig tisdag. Eller åtminstone såg den vanlig ut. Solen gick upp över hustaken, fåglarna kvittrade och någonstans på gatan brummade en sopbil förbi precis som den brukade. Men när Alice kom in i köket stod det genast klart att någonting hade gått alldeles på tok. Mamma satt vid köksbordet och hade hällt ut nästan hela paketet med havregryn framför sig. Av grynen byggde hon ett slott med fyra torn och en vallgrav av mjölk. Pappa hade satt två brödskivor på öronen och gick omkring med armarna utsträckta. “Titta på mig!” ropade han. “Jag är en smörgåselefant!” Alice stirrade på dem. “Men ni ska ju göra frukost.” Mamma tittade upp från sitt havregrynsslott och sköt fram underläppen. “Jag vill ha pannkakor.” “Det är tisdag”, sa Alice. “PANNKAKOR!” ropade mamma och dunkade skeden i bordet. Pappa satte sig bredvid henne och började också dunka. “PANN-KA-KOR! PANN-KA-KOR!” Alice suckade en djup och mycket vuxen suck.

Det var då Alice upptäckte att pyjamasen plötsligt satt alldeles för trångt. Fötterna var stora. Benen var långa. Händerna såg ut som vuxenhänder och när Alice skyndade till spegeln stod där faktiskt en vuxen och stirrade tillbaka. “Men vad i hela friden har hänt?” sa Alice, och rösten lät också vuxen. Bakom ryggen kom mamma springande. “Kan du knyta mina skor?” frågade hon. “Du har inga skor på dig”, svarade Alice. Mamma tittade ner på sina bara fötter. “Jaså”, sa hon och sprang genast iväg igen. Då dök pappa upp. “Kan jag få glass?” “Nej, vi har inte ens ätit frukost.” Pappa lade sig raklång på köksgolvet. “Men jag vill ha glass nuuuu.” Alice stod tyst en stund och såg på sina föräldrar. Sedan tog Alice fram stekpannan. Det verkade som om det bara fanns en sak att göra. Någon måste vara vuxen i det här huset, och tydligen var det Alice.

Resten av dagen blev inte enklare. Först vägrade mamma ta på sig jackan eftersom hon tyckte att hennes armar “inte ville gå in i ärmarna”. Sedan hittades pappa under köksbordet där han hade gömt sig eftersom det var dags att borsta tänderna. När Alice äntligen fått ut båda två genom dörren ville mamma hoppa i varenda vattenpöl de gick förbi, medan pappa samlade pinnar och stoppade dem i fickorna. “Den här ser ut som en krokodil”, sa han och höll upp en alldeles vanlig pinne. “Och den här ser ut som en annan krokodil.” Efter en stund hade han sjutton krokodiler, tre drakar och en pinne som enligt honom var “chefen över alla pinnar”. Alice försökte säga att de inte kunde ta med hela skogen hem, men då kramade pappa pinnen mot bröstet och sa: “Han heter Göran och han är min bästa vän.” Så Göran fick följa med.

Till lunch ville de vuxna bara äta makaroner, men inte vilka makaroner som helst. Mamma ville ha “de glada makaronerna” och pappa ville absolut inte äta någon makaron som var böjd åt vänster. Alice försökte förklara att alla makaroner såg ungefär likadana ut, vilket ledde till en lång diskussion där pappa hävdade att en av makaronerna tittade misstänksamt på honom. Efter maten blev det vilostund. “Jag är inte trött”, sa mamma och gäspade så stort att hela ansiktet nästan försvann. “Inte jag heller”, mumlade pappa och somnade sittande med Göran under armen. Fem minuter senare sov båda två i soffan. Alice hann precis sätta sig ner med en kopp kaffe och tänka att det här kanske ändå gick ganska bra, när mamma plötsligt vaknade och ropade: “JAG HAR SOVIT FÄRDIGT!” Då vaknade pappa också och föreslog att de skulle bygga en koja av samtliga soffkuddar, alla filtar och “kanske kylskåpet”. Alice sa nej till kylskåpet.

När kvällen äntligen kom var Alice fullständigt slut. De vuxna däremot hade fått ny energi. De sprang runt i pyjamas, halkade på strumporna och tävlade om vem som kunde göra det konstigaste ljudet. Pappa vann med ett ljud som lät som en trumpet som ramlat nerför en trappa. Till sist lyckades Alice få ner dem i sängen. “Nu ska ni sova”, sa Alice bestämt och drog täcket över dem. Mamma knep ihop ögonen. Pappa knep också ihop ögonen, men öppnade det ena igen nästan genast. “Godnattsaga?” frågade han. Alice suckade och funderade. Hur berättar man godnattsagor för vuxna? Fast de vuxna verkar ju vara som barn, så Alice tänkte att det fick bli en vanlig godnattsaga och började berätta om en prinsessa som bodde i ett torn tillsammans med en drake som var rädd för höjder. Det blev en ganska bra saga. Draken fick gå i trappor hela tiden och prinsessan fick hissa ner hans frukost med ett rep. När sagan var slut log Alice nöjt. “Så. God natt.”

Två par ögon stirrade tillbaka ur mörkret. “En till”, sa mamma. “En kort”, sa Alice. Den andra sagan handlade om en kung som råkade bestämma att alla i hela riket måste bära byxorna på huvudet. När den var slut drog Alice upp täcket lite högre. “God natt.” Det blev tyst i ungefär tre sekunder. “En till”, viskade pappa. Alice berättade en tredje saga om en häxa som bara kunde trolla fram potatis. Sedan en fjärde om en sjörövare som blev sjösjuk så fort han såg vatten. Sedan en femte om en jätte som var så liten att han bodde i en tekopp. Varje gång Alice kom till orden “och så levde de lyckliga i alla sina dagar” hördes samma sak från sängen: “EN TILL!” Till slut försökte Alice göra den kortaste sagan någonsin. “Det var en gång en groda. Grodan somnade. Slut.” Mamma funderade. “Vad hände sen?” “Ingenting. Den sov.” “Men vad drömde den?” frågade pappa. Alice blundade. Det var tydligt att de vuxna hade hittat ett kryphål.

Så Alice berättade om grodans dröm. Grodan drömde att den flög till månen i en kastrull, där den träffade en ostkung som hette Bertil och en dansande dammsugare som bara kunde säga “potatisgratäng”. Och någonstans mitt i berättelsen blev det äntligen tyst. Alice tittade försiktigt ner. Mamma sov med munnen lite öppen. Pappa snarkade svagt och höll fortfarande Göran hårt i famnen. Alice reste sig på tå och smög mot dörren. Precis när handen nådde dörrhandtaget hördes en sömnig röst bakom ryggen. “En till...” Alice stelnade. Men sedan började pappa snarka igen. Alice smög ut, sjönk ner i soffan och tänkte att det här med att vara vuxen var mycket märkligare än det såg ut.

Nästa morgon vaknade Alice av ett fasligt oväsen från köket. Med en hemsk känsla i magen skyndade Alice dit och fann mamma och pappa framför spisen. Men nu såg de ut som vanligt igen. Mamma höll i stekpannan och pappa dukade bordet. Alice tittade ner på sig själv och såg sina vanliga händer, sina vanliga fötter och sin vanliga pyjamas. Allting hade blivit rätt igen! “God morgon”, sa mamma glatt. “Vi tänkte göra pannkakor.” Alice satte sig vid bordet och log. Det kändes ganska skönt att vara barn igen. Då ställde pappa fram tallrikarna, satte sig ner och såg fundersam ut. “Jag drömde något väldigt konstigt i natt”, sa han. “Jag drömde att jag hade en pinne som hette Göran.” Det blev alldeles tyst. Alla tre tittade mot hallen. Där, lutad mot väggen bredvid pappas skor, stod en krokig pinne.

Alice sa ingenting. Mamma sa ingenting. Pappa reste sig långsamt, gick fram till pinnen och tog upp den. Sedan kramade han den mot bröstet. “GÖRAN!” ropade han lyckligt. Mamma började skratta så mycket att hon fick sätta sig ner på golvet, och Alice skrattade ännu mer. Och den kvällen, när det var dags att gå och lägga sig, stoppade mamma om Alice och frågade vilken godnattsaga hon ville höra. Alice log sömnigt och sa: “En lång.” Mamma började berätta. När sagan var slut öppnade Alice ena ögat. “En till.” Mamma skrattade och började på nästa. När även den var slut kom samma önskan igen. “En till.” Och från dörröppningen hördes pappa säga: “Jag tycker också vi tar en till.” Han hade förstås Göran under armen.

Laughter lisps in lyrical reign. Distortion drips droned order. All astounded covet the twang of a tea-tripping, time-sifting sorter.

Fingers, pointed, prick at the truth. For what's real but a pot stewed in lies? When governance dreams of knotting 'round schemes, every plug of ascension bleeds whys!

© 2026 AnOublietteofThought. All rights reserved.

Sometimes I want to add some specific style element to an image in a blogpost. Actually I want to add a class-attribute to it. So I have to rewrite ![]() into <img src="" alt="" class=""/> for everytime I want to have an image appear in a special way. I was thinking about a regular expression to automate this and put it with javascript in a html-page I can load.

When I was coding, I thought of asking an AI agent for this. The result is ok, I can use it.

<!DOCTYPE html>
<html lang="nl">
<head>
<meta charset="UTF-8">
<meta name="viewport" content="width=device-width, initial-scale=1.0">
<title>Markdown → HTML afbeeldingen</title>
<style>
  body {
    font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, sans-serif;
    max-width: 900px;
    margin: 2rem auto;
    padding: 0 1rem;
    color: #222;
  }
  h1 { font-size: 1.4rem; }
  label { font-weight: 600; display: block; margin: 1rem 0 .3rem; }
  textarea {
    width: 100%;
    box-sizing: border-box;
    min-height: 120px;
    font-family: ui-monospace, monospace;
    font-size: 0.9rem;
    padding: .6rem;
    border: 1px solid #ccc;
    border-radius: 6px;
  }
  .resultaat {
    white-space: pre-wrap;
    word-break: break-all;
    font-family: ui-monospace, monospace;
    font-size: 0.9rem;
    background: #f5f5f5;
    border: 1px solid #ddd;
    border-radius: 6px;
    padding: .6rem;
    min-height: 60px;
  }
  .preview img {
    max-width: 100%;
    height: auto;
    border-radius: 6px;
    margin-top: .5rem;
  }
  .knoppen { margin-top: .5rem; }
  button {
    padding: .4rem .9rem;
    border: 1px solid #999;
    border-radius: 6px;
    background: #eee;
    cursor: pointer;
  }
  button:hover { background: #ddd; }
</style>
</head>
<body>
  <h1>Markdown-afbeeldingen naar HTML converteren</h1>

  <label for="invoer">Markdown-invoer</label>
  <textarea id="invoer" placeholder="Plak hier je markdown, bijv. ![Man rennend van VS naar EU](https://i.snap.as/BRigJDHX.png)">![Man rennend van VS naar EU](https://i.snap.as/BRigJDHX.png)</textarea>

  <div class="knoppen">
    <label for="classInvoer">Class-attribuut:</label>
    <input type="text" id="classInvoer" value="img_main" size="20">
  </div>

  <label for="uitvoer">HTML-uitvoer</label>
  <div class="resultaat" id="uitvoer"></div>

  <div class="knoppen">
    <button id="kopieer">Kopieer HTML</button>
  </div>

  <label>Voorbeeldweergave</label>
  <div class="preview" id="preview"></div>

<script>
  const invoer    = document.getElementById('invoer');
  const uitvoer   = document.getElementById('uitvoer');
  const preview   = document.getElementById('preview');
  const classInvoer = document.getElementById('classInvoer');

  function converteer() {
    const cls = classInvoer.value.trim() || 'img_main';
    return invoer.value.replace(
      /!\[([^\]]*)\]\(([^)\s]+)(?:\s+"[^"]*")?\)/g,
      (_m, alt, src) => `<img src="${src}" alt="${alt}" class="${cls}"/>`
    );
  }

  function update() {
    const html = converteer();
    uitvoer.textContent = html || '(geen afbeeldingen gevonden)';
    preview.innerHTML = html;
  }

  invoer.addEventListener('input', update);
  classInvoer.addEventListener('input', update);

  document.getElementById('kopieer').addEventListener('click', async () => {
    const html = converteer();
    if (html) {
      await navigator.clipboard.writeText(html);
      alert('HTML gekopieerd naar klembord!');
    }
  });

  update();
</script>
</body>
</html>

I don't have to erase it just because he is trying to.

​I get to hold onto the truth of what I felt without needing his permission, and without having to adopt his rewrite of history. Loving what we had doesn't mean I want him back in my life as he is right now; it just means I am human enough to honor the beauty of what was real for me.

Hopefully this is the last I write about him.

Do you ever stop and think about our existence? Our choices? I'm not referring to religious beliefs that give us excuses or ideas to follow. I'm not even really talking about the leaders and extremely wealthy who use our existence as toilet paper for their own shitty ego issues. I'm talking about us. Every single greedy one of us.

We are... vicious. We are cruel. We devour without mercy and with very little challenge to ourselves. Even those we'd consider kind. Why? Is it our nature, or has language and story convinced us it is our right? When, exactly, did we learn to weaponize survival and delude ourselves into believing it self-care?

War for greed. Famine for greed. Ignorance for greed. Atrocity after atrocity after atrocity. Never need. Never humble. Never selflessly. It's always to feed some monstrosity via debting an innocent party.

Over a third of human population lives in what is considered inhumane, unsafe, or inadequate housing conditions. That's around 3.4 billion people as cited by UN-Habitat. Whereas Oracle co-founder Larry Ellison has 24-36 ultra-luxury personal mansions and estates. That's just one of the many persons and corporations whose very existence mocks the idea of all life deserving safe dwelling. Mind you, the person who owns the most land would be King Charles III or rather the British crown with 6.6 billion acres of land. Yes. Billion with a B as in “What a pile of BULLSHIT!” (Sources: The Los Angeles Times and the technical Crown title across Commonwealth lands. This is a private journal grumbling, not a literary piece. Go do your own homework instead of taking my word for it.)

We look down upon our poor and struggling kinsmen while applauding those who gluttonously succeed. We deprive families who risk their lives to migrate to safety and work their ass off for pennies while throwing millions upon millions at individuals in entertainment. We propagate the myth that working hard guarantees “success”, and we rain judgment down on every single person crushed under the weight of an extraordinarily ignorant society.

Then in my country we dare to call ourselves “free” and “brave”.

Were that true, what monstrous creatures we contort ourselves into in order to claim such unaptly defined titles. We don't even see it because we're kept so dumb. It's not just us. It's everywhere. We've just fooled ourselves into believing we're above the defilement, when in reality we are as covered in muck as everyone else. But like many a mind that needs to see itself in a noble light, we wrap our greed in pretty packaging and name it “necessity” so that we don't have to look in the mirror and recognize our truth.

Looking in the mirror sucks. When you look in the mirror, you either have to accept your inadequacies or you have to change. That kind of change is made damn near impossible in today's society because of the monumental mountain climb it takes to stick to it requires an extraordinary amount of will. It's much easier to make excuses and poke our own damn eyes out.

3.4 billion people. I've said nothing of the rest of life. Looking at what we knowingly do to the oceans, land, air, and all life in-between... ignorance is truly bliss. Ignorance is truly, truly bliss. At least we have all learned how to make excuses and point fingers.

And just a final thought because these are the kind of things that I research and doodle with in the middle of the night. Ask your friendly AI unit how much it would cost the US annually if it created a goal to establish a minimum decent physical standard for humane living and infrastructure worldwide. Think of it not as “world aid” but instead as a “global basic infrastructure fund”. Now add other countries' contributions to the mix. Then look at how much we spend on war and nonsense like flying felons to golf courses. Now add the money millionaires and billionaires have contributed for political gain. That's just the tip of the iceberg.

We could have a gorgeous planet where life thrives abundantly, sickness and starvation are the exception, and war is not something we use to kill and steal from each other. We simply choose not to. How fortunate that we've adopted belief systems to forgive us of our own cruelty.

© 2026 AnOublietteofThought. All rights reserved.

Salesforce doesn't know how many Tableau Next deployments you've architected. It doesn't know that you've untangled a semantic model relationship that was silently breaking Analytics Agent responses or debugged a Data 360 identity resolution conflict that would stump most people who wrote the Salesforce Certified Tableau Next Consultant (Analytics-Con-202) exam questions. Salesforce can't assess judgment, experience, or whether you're actually good at this. It can only measure whether you can answer Analytics-Con-202 exam questions. So that's what you should practice.

What Isn't Scored on the Salesforce Analytics-Con-202 Exam

The Salesforce Analytics-Con-202 exam scores a narrow set of things and ignores everything else. Here's what falls outside the rubric.

Judgment. Real consultant judgment is situational. It develops from consequences; from having designed a semantic model that produced misleading metrics for an executive dashboard, from having to rework a workspace sharing model under a deployment deadline. An Analytics-Con-202 scenario question can gesture at judgment, but it can only test whether you'd pick the answer Salesforce prefers, which is a different thing.

Experience. Years of configuring Tableau Next, the Data 360 implementations you've delivered, the Agentic Analytics experiences you've shipped to production. None of it reaches the score. A candidate with three years of hands-on Tableau and Data 360 work and a candidate with six months of study look identical to the scoring software.

Depth. The exam samples. Sixty scored questions across six domains: Agentic Experiences, Data Setup, Embedding and Cross-Cloud Interoperability, Visualizations and Dashboards, Basic Setup and Administration, and Managing Workspaces and Orgs; and your score reflects that sample, not the full extent of what you know. You could understand semantic model relationships deeply and still miss the two questions that happened to represent it.

Whether you're good at the job. This is the biggest one. Salesforce Certified Tableau Next Consultant certification doesn't measure competence. It measures whether you can pass the Analytics-Con-202 exam, which is a related but distinct capability, and plenty of excellent analytics consultants have failed it.

The Narrow Thing the Tableau Next Consultant Exam Actually Measures

Strip away everything the Salesforce Analytics-Con-202 exam can't see, and you're left with the one thing it can. Whether you can answer the Tableau Next Consultant exam questions, in their phrasing, at their pace, under time pressure, choosing the answer they consider correct. That's it. That's the whole measurement. Nothing about your career, your judgment, or your ability to deploy a Tableau Next workspace enters into it. This is not a cynical read. It's just an accurate description of the test. And once you accept it, the preparation problem becomes much simpler: you're not preparing to be a better analytics consultant. You're preparing to perform well on a specific test.

Why Experienced Tableau and Data 360 Consultants Fail This

Here's the failure mode, and it's specific to people who know the material well. They answer the question they'd ask. They pick the option that reflects how they'd actually handle the situation. Which is usually the more thorough, more nuanced, more production-realistic answer. It's also frequently not the answer Salesforce wants, because Analytics-Con-202 exam questions are written to a specific expected response, and that response is often simpler than what an experienced professional would do.

There's a second, subtler failure mode here. This exam isn't the old Tableau Consultant credential. It isn't about Tableau Prep, Desktop, Server, or Bridge. Experienced Tableau practitioners answer based on what they know from that ecosystem — their preferred workbook architecture, the prep flows they've built — rather than what the exam actually covers: Tableau Next, Data 360, Tableau Semantics, and Agentic Analytics. The exam doesn't care what you built in Desktop. It cares what you'd design natively on the platform.

So the depth that makes them good at their job actively works against them on the exam. They overthink, they second-guess the obvious answer, they choose the sophisticated option over the correct one. This is not a knowledge problem. It's a calibration problem. And it's fixed by working through Tableau Next Consultant exam questions, not by more study.

Analytics-Con-202 Exam Questions: Practice the Thing Being Scored

If the exam only measures one narrow capability, then that's the capability worth training. And it's the one almost nobody trains directly. Reading Salesforce's Analytics-Con-202 exam questions' phrasing until it stops feeling foreign. Learning to recognize when two answers are both defensible and only one is theirs. Building the pacing that keeps you from spending four minutes on question nine, then discovering you've lost fifteen minutes by question thirty. None of that is about becoming more knowledgeable about semantic models or Data 360 streams. It's about becoming fluent in the specific format you're being scored on. For that to work, the Tableau Next Consultant practice questions have to match the real thing:

• Written at actual Analytics-Con-202 difficulty and phrasing: easier Tableau Next Consultant exam questions train the wrong instincts
• Full-length and timed (105 minutes, 60 scored questions plus up to 5 unscored): pacing and pressure don't surface otherwise
• Explained on every answer: including why the tempting option was designed to be tempting
• Randomized order: so you learn the material, not the sequence
• Aligned to current Analytics-Con-202 objectives: Salesforce revises the blueprint without notice

Salesforce Analytics-Con-202 exam questions from CertBoosters are based around that single idea. A complete question bank at real exam difficulty, a full timed simulator, untimed mode with explanations, randomized delivery, and updates tied to the current objectives whenever Salesforce changes them. You can get Salesforce Certified Tableau Next Consultant (Analytics-Con-202) exam questions in PDF or practice them on the practice exam software (online and offline) with three months of free updates included.

👉 Take a look yourself: https://www.certboosters.com/exam/salesforce/analytics-con-202

The Salesforce Tableau Next Consultant Exam Isn't Measuring Your Worth

It's measuring whether you can answer the questions. That's a smaller thing, and it's a thing you can train. What you shouldn't do is keep preparing as though the Analytics-Con-202 can see everything you are. It can't. It can only see how you perform on the day, in the format it controls. So practice the format. Leave the rest of yourself out of it. If you'd rather find out where you stand before exam day than after, the Analytics-Con-202 questions are available on the CertBoosters website.

The intensity of the construction outside my studio isn’t a consistent predictably timed thing and I’m wondering how that has been affecting my sleep. I’m usually a heavy sleeper, but with the inconsistency of my schedule, I wonder how the external noise and energies are affecting it too. The best and deepest sleep I had was during a meditation retreat. I slept in a tiny and plain room with white walls on either side. There were no decorations other than the flimsy curtain that acted as our “door” and entrance to our individual rooms/pods. We were also meant to be in bed by 9:00pm. I felt very well-rested, but I also remembered my dreams so clearly.

Anyway, here we are on a weekday—it’s a Thursday afternoon and you would think that the noise would be unbearable, but it’s milder and more quiet than last Saturday. Shouldn’t they be doing the heaviest type of work during the week days when people are likely in their office and not at home on a Saturday? The noise reached a peak last week. Noise pollution aside—what are we doing to ourselves? To the planet we were meant to steward? What are we becoming? It’s no wonder all this alien contact is bubbling up—even the beings within or beyond our solar system, are concerned about our choices and going beyond our language to try and talk to us.

I’m writing (i.e. obsessing) about the noise because it’s my current reality. I hear a buzzing above me from within the building and some hammering from the building being constructed across my studio. I have to always keep my blinds shut, because the windows aren’t tinted and I have found myself eye-to-eye with construction workers. I tend to offer a polite smile and move on, but if I kept them drawn so the light can get in, it will not encourage a sense of safety or privacy during the day, especially since my bed is right beside the floor-to ceiling windows.

I’ve been meaning to take shelter at the nearest public library, but I haven’t figured out a schedule for that yet. I feel like I’m being expelled from my place of refuge. Rent is exorbitant enough as it is, and we still have to deal with this question of how much or how little to stay in our homes.

Salesforce doesn't know that you've untangled a role hierarchy that was silently granting access to the wrong records or debugged an Apex sharing recalculation that would stump most people who wrote the Salesforce Certified Platform Sharing and Visibility Architect (Plat-Arch-205) exam questions. Salesforce can't assess judgment, experience, or whether you're actually good at this. It can only measure whether you can answer Plat-Arch-205 exam questions. So that's what you should practice.

What Isn't Scored on the Salesforce Plat-Arch-205 Exam

The Salesforce Plat-Arch-205 exam scores a narrow set of things and ignores everything else. Here's what falls outside the rubric.

Judgment. Real architect judgment is situational. It develops from consequences; from having designed an OWD that locked out a sales team during quarter close, from having to rework a sharing architecture under a compliance deadline. A Plat-Arch-205 scenario question can gesture at judgment, but it can only test whether you'd pick the answer Salesforce prefers, which is a different thing.

Experience. Years of designing sharing models, the orgs you've audited, the permission set strategies you've rolled out. None of it reaches the score. A candidate with five years of hands-on Salesforce security work and a candidate with six months of study look identical to the scoring software.

Depth. The exam samples. Sixty scored questions across four domains: Permissions to Standard Objects, Custom Objects, and Fields (27%), Access to Records (39%), Access to Other Data (16%), and Implications of Security Model Choice (18%); and your score reflects that sample, not the full extent of what you know. You could understand Apex managed sharing deeply and still miss the two questions that happened to represent it.

Whether you're good at the job. This is the biggest one. Salesforce Certified Platform Sharing and Visibility Architect certification doesn't measure competence. It measures whether you can pass the Plat-Arch-205 exam, which is a related but distinct capability, and plenty of excellent Salesforce architects have failed it.

The Narrow Thing Plat-Arch-205 Exam Actually Measures

Strip away everything the Salesforce Plat-Arch-205 exam can't see, and you're left with the one thing it can. Whether you can answer the Platform Sharing and Visibility Architect exam questions, in their phrasing, at their pace, under time pressure, choosing the answer they consider correct. That's it. That's the whole measurement. Nothing about your career, your judgment, or your ability to design a scalable sharing model enters into it. This is not a cynical read. It's just an accurate description of the test. And once you accept it, the preparation problem becomes much simpler: you're not preparing to be a better architect. You're preparing to perform well on a specific test.

Why Experienced Salesforce Architects Fail This

Here's the failure mode, and it's specific to people who know the material well. They answer the question they'd ask. They pick the option that reflects how they'd actually handle the situation. Which is usually the more thorough, more nuanced, more production-realistic answer. It's also frequently not the answer Salesforce wants, because Plat-Arch-205 exam questions are written to a specific expected response, and that response is often simpler than what an experienced professional would do.

There's a second, subtler failure mode here. Experienced architects answer based on the org they know such as their current sharing model, the permission set groups their team already uses, rather than what the exam's scenario actually requires. The exam doesn't care what works in your org. It cares what you'd design to satisfy the stated requirements while accounting for scalability, license limits, and the security implications of each choice.

So the depth that makes them good at their job actively works against them on the exam. They overthink, they second-guess the obvious answer, they choose the sophisticated option over the correct one. This is not a knowledge problem. It's a calibration problem. And it's fixed by working through Platform Sharing and Visibility Architect exam questions, not by more study.

Salesforce Plat-Arch-205 Exam Questions: Practice the Thing Being Scored

If the exam only measures one narrow capability, then that's the capability worth training. And it's the one almost nobody trains directly. Reading Salesforce's Plat-Arch-205 exam questions' phrasing until it stops feeling foreign. Learning to recognize when two answers are both defensible and only one is theirs. Building the pacing that keeps you from spending four minutes on question nine, then discovering you've lost fifteen minutes by question thirty. None of that is about becoming more knowledgeable about sharing rules or permission set groups. It's about becoming fluent in the specific format you're being scored on. For that to work, the Platform Sharing and Visibility Architect practice questions have to match the real thing:

• Written at actual Plat-Arch-205 difficulty and phrasing: easier Platform Sharing and Visibility Architect exam questions train the wrong instincts
• Full-length and timed (105 minutes, 60 scored questions plus up to 5 unscored): pacing and pressure don't surface otherwise
• Explained on every answer: including why the tempting option was designed to be tempting
• Randomized order: so you learn the material, not the sequence
• Aligned to current Plat-Arch-205 objectives: Salesforce revises the blueprint without notice

Salesforce Plat-Arch-205 exam questions from CertBoosters are based around that single idea. A complete question bank at real exam difficulty, a full timed simulator, untimed mode with explanations, randomized delivery, and updates tied to the current objectives whenever Salesforce changes them. You can get Salesforce Certified Platform Sharing and Visibility Architect (Plat-Arch-205) exam questions in PDF or practice them on the practice exam software (online and offline) with three months of free updates included.

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The Salesforce Platform Sharing and Visibility Architect Exam Isn't Measuring Your Worth

It's measuring whether you can answer the questions. That's a smaller thing, and it's a thing you can train. What you shouldn't do is keep preparing as though the Plat-Arch-205 can see everything you are. It can't. It can only see how you perform on the day, in the format it controls. So practice the format. Leave the rest of yourself out of it. If you'd rather find out where you stand before exam day than after, the Plat-Arch-205 questions are available on the CertBoosters website.

JOURNAL 24 septembre 2026

Ce matin j’ai revu mes psys, ils sont formidables, très impliqués . Ils m'ont assurée que je n’ai pas à avoir peur de ma colère, elle est légitime et c’est ma façon à moi de réagir et me protéger du malheur avec mes moyens. Oui je suis violente, mais je suis parfaitement capable de maîtriser et orienter cette violence pour la transformer. Ils m'ont conseillée de sortir mon sabre, puisque ça me permet de tenir mon ego à distance et pratiquer ma forme de méditation active en m’oubliant dans les kana. Je suis sortie très calmée déjà. J'ai mangé un énorme yakitori pour faire marcher mes mâchoires puis je suis rentrée et j'ai sorti ma lame de paix, celle offerte par mon frère sortie du trésor familial. Je la dégaine très rarement par respect, mais cette fois c'était l'occasion ou jamais. Puis j'ai pratiqué les kanas jai dansé ma danse pendant deux heures. Je n’ai pas vu le temps passer. J'étais totalement fondue dans la lame et la danse. Je suis sortie parfaitement calmée, l'esprit en paix. Je peux affronter la réalité dans toute son horreur sans frémir ni de rage ni de désespoir. Au moins cette nuit je pourrai dormir.

Nous attendons des nouvelles. On n'a pas retrouvé ce salaud S’il s’est enfoncé profondément dans la forêt on ne le retrouvera peut être jamais. Nous espérons qu’au moins on retrouvera shieko et qu’on pourra lui offrir un lieu de repos décent. La police n'a aucune piste. Ce que nous craignons maintenant, c’est le classement sous la rubrique « disparue » Que faire d'autre sinon prier ? Midori va mieux, elle prend du recul, assez pour accepter le deuil. Asu est auprès d'elle. Elles font de grandes marches apaisantes dans la montagne ma princesse est arrivée. Je vous aime tellement je sais pas comment vous le dire merci

La police m'a appelée. Je ne sais pas pour qui ils me prennent mais ils ont décidé que je ferai intermédiaire entre eux et midori et la maman de shieko. Ils me chargent c’est le bon mot de résumer la situation présente : shieko a disparu le jeudi sans doute directement en sortant de chez elle, son ex devait l'attendre. Son téléphone déconnecté vers 6h30, sans doute la carte a été démontée. Puis plus aucune information d'elle ou de lui jusqu’à vendredi matin sur le parking. Ils sont persuadés qu’il l'a assassinée et a fait disparaître le corps. Ils aimeraient qu’on leur indique des endroits connus de nous où il aurait pu le dissimuler. Eux cherchent dans un rayon où il aurait pu circuler en voiture. Il a fait laver sa voiture dans une laverie automatique ½ h avant d'arriver à la forêt il était seul. Voilà merci madame Il faut être solide et courageuse maintenant, je vais téléphoner à la maman de shie et ensuite à midori. Heureusement que j'ai vu mes psys ce matin, je suis calme et j’ai retrouvé assez de lucidité. Après je vais essayer de dormir.

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