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

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But what about the incommensurability of MIPS and Modal Induction?..
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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.
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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.
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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."
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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!
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Ross A. Kosmanson
March 26, 2025
Lying down on Uyuni Salt Flats, Bolivia
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