Haiku Error Messages

In Japan, they have replaced the impersonal and unhelpful Microsoft
error messages with Haiku poetry messages.  Haiku Poetry has strict
construction rules: Each poem has only 17 Syllables - 5 syllables in
the first line, 7 in the second, 5 in the Third.  They are used to
communicate a timeless message, often achieving a wistful, yearning,
and powerful insight through extreme brevity.  Here are some actual
error  messages From Japan.  Aren't these better than "your computer has
performed an illegal operation?"

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The Web site you seek
Cannot be located, but
Countless more exist.

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Chaos reigns within.
Reflect, repent, and reboot.
Order shall return.

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Program aborting
Close all that you have worked on.
You ask far too much.

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Windows NT crashed.
I am the Blue Screen of Death.                       
No one hears your screams.

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Yesterday it worked.
Today it is not working.
Windows is like that.

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Your file was so big.
It might be very useful.
But now it is gone.

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Stay the patient course.
Of little worth is your ire.
The network is down.

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A crash reduces
Your expensive computer
To a simple stone.

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Three things are certain
Death, taxes and lost data.
Guess which has occurred.

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You step in the stream,
But the water has moved on.
This page is not here.

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Out of memory.
We wish to hold the whole sky,
But we never will.

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Having been erased,
The document you're seeking
Must now be retyped.

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Serious error.
All shortcuts have disappeared.
Screen.  Mind.  Both are blank.

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I ate your Web page.
Forgive me; it was tasty
And tart on my tongue