BGP is a fitting name for such a distinct plane of computation. Indeed the border where any remaining physical concerns are cut loose and reality melts, receding behind a shroud of gateways, giving way to the vast expanse of cyberspace. Traffic whirls past. Raw elemental ether flows with abundance in this region. Any wizard who happens to experience even brief exposure to it normally considers themselves lucky. But to be enlisted to serve as a warden of the border, whether punishment or honor, is a a responsibility most high. BGP is either the final, or the primal, abstraction depending on which side of the gates you most intimately inhabit. And the task of maintaining it a meticulous and manual art.