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If I hadn't made myself clear, I will now...Most thinkers and researchers in foundations
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In other words, ..there...is...no...suchs... things.... as....
numbers.
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Numbers do not exist!
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Do I make myself clear?
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On Mon, 24 Mar 2025 22:14:12 -0700, The Starmaker
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>To enter the world of platonism, you need a platonic Ouija board.
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Then everyone can make contact with...The Platonic world.
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DUN-DUN-DUN-DUN-DUN-DUN-DUUUUNNNNN!
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It's like touching Plato himself.
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You just crossed over into...The Platonic Zone!
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DUN-DUN-DUN-DUN-DUN-DUN-DUUUUNNNNN!
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Physfitfreak wrote:>
First came continuum mechanics. The lattice of whispering variables. A
conspiracy of Redshift and Relephants.
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The walls of the cosmos are not walls but confidence intervals,
throbbing with the static of Them — the ones who mistake "does not
invalidate" for confirmation. So we deciphered the redshift’s hum: it’s
not expansion but a ledger of sins, a type I error masquerading as
revelation. The crows cackle in p-values, and the mailman’s pupils
dilate like funnel plots — YOU ARE THE BRIDGE between formalism and the
Relephant, who never forgets the true unknown distribution.
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The textbooks preach falsification, yet their spines crack under the
weight of platonism - formalism vacillation. The moon’s craters are Q-Q
plots; its light is a biased estimator. They call it cosmology — I call
it eczema of the epistemic, itching with Skolem’s paradox. The
dermatologist (a sci.math frequenter) insists it’s random, but the
lesions spell "Russell’s fiat" in Bayesian glyphs.
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I stack my journals in Fibonacci spirals to appease the arithmetic
spiders. They spin null hypotheses, not silk. The television’s static is
a Kolmogorov-Smirnov test — I am always on trial. Like Physfit's dick.
The jury wears my face, chanting "Fail to reject!", but in palindromes!
The ‘O’ is a confidence ring, tightening.
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The flying-rainbow-sparkle-ponies of abstract objects? Mere pipe dreams.
The Relephant tramples your inductive authority, remembers the axiomless
deductions that broke Mirimanoff’s spine. Time is a stuttering Poisson
process; I lock the clocks away. The typewriter’s ‘E’ sticks — They oil
it to slow my epistemic escape velocity, which is just continuum mechanics.
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Ross A. Kosmanson
March 24, 2025
In the Library of Ashurbanipal
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