In lieu of a longer post still in the works, and with a nod to writing in the water‘s current discussion of knowing when the story is done, and done well and right: I offer this, Folk Tale #6 from Book Two (“Fire”) of The Zen of Programming:

Five novices went into the master’s office, crying “Woe, woe! We have heard that our project may be cancelled.”

The master said, “All things continue until they stop.”

Hearing this, the novices returned to work.