Torrents of bits stream pass, a never ending flow; Data promenading past: spinning off disk platters, dancing through RAM. 'I need intelligence!' shouts a voice. 'Actionable information!' demands another. Awoke from reverie I begin, pandas and numpy fly from my hands, slicing, transposing, sorting, calculating. 'It's science!' I cry, see this P, this r-squared? Alas, confounded stares. 'It's science,' I mumble and quietly despair. (c) 2020 by David Fisher