Linux is a crowded city.
Full of districts, governors, councils, distributions, and local laws.
Every corner speaks a different dialect of the same language,
and no one seems to agree on what’s official.
The result?
A technological metropolis — alive, but chaotic.
Each distro is a city hall.
Each maintainer, a councilman claiming to know what’s best for the people.
You can live there just fine,
but you must accept the traffic, the noise,
the daily decrees, and the occasional package strike.
FreeBSD is a monastery.
Inside, there’s no democracy — only engineering.
There are no “distributions,” just a single coherent vision of a system,
where kernel, userland, and ports speak the same language.
It’s calm, predictable, austere —
like a cathedral built stone by stone
while the city outside screamed about ephemeral novelties.
In Linux, everyone builds their own tower.
In FreeBSD, the building already stands — you simply learn to inhabit it.
Linux is a movement.
FreeBSD is a masterpiece.
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