A prologue for the oncoming storm, with apologies to William Shakespeare:
I want to share a blog post by Keith Boone that he just posted on his blog, Heathcare Standards.
O for a Muse of FHIR, that would transcend
The brightest HL7 of invention,
A country for a stage, CEOs to act
And patients to behold the swelling scene!
Then should the humble Posnack, like himself,
Assume the port of Mars; and at his heels,
Leash’d in like hounds, should famine, sword and FHIR
Crouch for employment.
The vasty tombs of Regs? or may we cram
Within this short time O the very reams
That did affright the air at the Register?
Are now confined these mighty industries,
Whose high portals and abutting interface
The perilous narrow ocean parts asunder:
Piece out our uninteroperability with your thoughts;
Let a thousand flowers bloom upon man,
And make imaginary puissance;
Carry them here and there; jumping o’er times,
Turning the accomplishment of many years
Into an hour-glass: for the which supply,
Admit me Chorus to this history;
Who prologue-like your humble patience pray,
Gently to hear, kindly to judge, our reading.
You need to view the content from the links to get the Gist of it. Or should I say jist which is more Shakespearean. Which brings me to Act 3 Scene 2 from Hamlet