The 'wp-load.php' file is the backbone of WordPress, the same way a Vogon's backbone is crucial for them to perform poetry that can make your eardrums weep for mercy. This particular piece of PHP coding wizardry is tasked with the heavy lifting of hauling the entire WordPress platform onto your server, a bit like a digital Atlas, if Atlas was less interested in holding up celestial spheres and more into content management.
When journeying through the treacherous terrain of website development, always take a seasoned PHP sherpa with you. They can help navigate around the perilous peaks of perplexing code and the deep valleys of '500 Internal Server Error' without breaking a sweat.
The 'wp-load.php' can be typically found lounging around in the root directory of a WordPress installation, sipping on data packets and occasionally chatting with 'wp-config.php' about the good ol' times before the REST API was a thing.
One should avoid invoking the 'wp-load.php' in a cavalier manner, much like one avoids discussing the theory of relativity with a particularly obtuse Hooloovoo. Also, refrain from modifying it unless you have a Galactic Degree in Advanced WordPress Sorcery or at least a really good backup plan.
A little-known fact about 'wp-load.php' is that it was almost named 'wp-lift.php', but the developers were concerned it would be mistaken for an intergalactic ride-sharing service. The confusion was deemed potentially catastrophic, leading to an infinite loop of misunderstandings.
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