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2196: Back and front end


Being a technocrat myself, this phrase is very dear to me: "All end-users totally depend on these concepts, with all the systems at their disposal right now." Every system has a visible front-end and giant backend support, without which nothing is visible to the user, nor is the user able to communicate with the system. Data, the true backbone of every system, is generally stored securely at the backend. Upon request, the required data is fetched/retrieved, processed, and the results are displayed to the customer within the blink of an eye. This is undoubtedly a most seamless, user-friendly, and indispensable concept. Of course, such systems are maintained live almost constantly, so errors or issues may pop up rarely.

As I mentioned earlier in my post, frankly speaking, I believe "I" do nothing. It's my vital organs, the intricate nerve network, the firm joints, and other backend supporters in the form of every nano cell that truly play active roles at all times. This system, which we call the body, is the backend engine for every visible aspect of an individual – their name, fame, work, money, designations, and so on. These visible details exist entirely because of all the intangible backend warriors who grew up with your name. They are the actual "you." Without them, it's impossible to take a single step; rather, they are the ones who consistently push everyone to step forward, think, act, and react. You know, in the tech world, there are hidden layers and a complete, proper network of layers. Here too, nature provides those hidden layers that come into play as and when required, or rather, are always active.

To be up and running all the time, responding with "one, two, and blue clicks," make sure to always appreciate all the backend, behind-the-scenes heroes and essential contributors. Work a bit towards enriching nature; it's not only our duty but a necessity. Let's go for it (our super bottoms), dears!

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