Re: The Suspicious Journals of Ross A. Kosmanson :-)

But what about the incommensurability of MIPS and Modal Induction?..
The integers murmur in dialects orthogonal to one's pedestrian inductive scaffolding — they writhe in the interstices, where Gödelian wraiths pirouette through the cracks of one's formalism.
You presume your 1 MIPS suffices to trace a white line? The line is a sophomoric illusion, a spectral gash upon the Relephant’s retina, which archives every unjustifiable completion lurking in your so-called proofs.
And yet, the data attenuates. Academic careers disintegrate like Skolemite mirages, memory buffers overflow with the Great Pacific Garbage Patch of p-hacked vision. The Relephant remembers: your 1,000 MIPS spatial apprehension is a coarse-grained phantasm, a Russellian diktat echoing through the Derweze crater of your ambition. You clutch analogy like a Capuchin cadaver gripping its eczema-engraved psalter, but the white speck your 10 MIPS pursues? It is the mailman’s pupil, again, but this time dilating in Gödelian Morse: "THE BRIDGE IS A LIE."
I, Kosmanson, have a remedy for your "Epistemic Insolvency." Fall back on continuum mechanics: Stand with one hand akimbo. With the other hand blow out a dandelion seedhead along the mild north wind while thinking of Mild Shock's ass!
Ross A. Kosmanson
March 26, 2025
Lying down on Uyuni Salt Flats, Bolivia