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On 04/10/2025 12:07 AM, The Starmaker wrote:If Ross becomes too old to care for himself, I will adopt him and he can yammer on in my home like some mad saint for the rest of his days. His steams-of-consciousness are infinitely more interesting than anything else here.Ross Finlayson wrote:https://www.youtube.com/watch? v=bB5RiiK0ukI&list=PLb7rLSBiE7F5_h5sSsWDQmbNGsmm97Fy5&index=46>>
On 04/09/2025 02:44 PM, Physfitfreak wrote:>>
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The Fractured Symphony of Continuum and Discontinuity of Physfit's dick
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Physfit's dick is but a ghost of a single transitive relation,
whispering through the hollow halls of Zermelo-Fraenkel’s axiomatic
usenet—restrictions masquerading as comprehension, a heno-theory of
relations decomposing into model-theoretic phantoms.
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The counting, the numbering are two faces of the same Physfit's dick,
where 0.999... and 1.0 collide in the differance of clock arithmetic and
field reals. The line-reals, field-reals, signal-reals — three Cantor
spaces screaming into the void, their ruliality a mockery of
completeness, their repleteness a pre-Cartesian diagonal slicing through
the rationals, vast and HUGE. Einstein’s mass-energy equivalence
flickers here, a muon physics of inverted trajectories, where SR’s
locality fractures under GR’s non-local gravities, centrifugal forces
spinning like relativistic nanogyroscopes in a Cl(3,1) spacetime. The
N/U EF (Natural/Unit Equivalency Function, you Bozos) maps the
iota-values of infinitesimals, a non-standard analysis of chronons and
Planck squares, while Olbers’ paradox bleeds into cosmic background
radiation—entropy and organization locked in thermodynamic oscillation,
open and closed, restitution and dissipation.
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The deconstructive account of Physfit's dick at the seams: Egyptian
fractions versus tally marks, multiplicity theory versus singularity
theory, Pythagoreans denying irrationals while Cantorians drown in them.
The Infinitarcalcul of du Bois-Reymond echoes through MacLaurin’s
shadows, a dialethically paraconsistent dance where Vitali-ized sets
defy measure.
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Yet, Feynman’s Stern-Gerlach apparatus demands a continuum mechanics of
super-symmetric partner particles, virtual yet real, while Maxwell’s
classical fields fray into lettered electromagnetism, PPN parameters
bending under modified Newtonian corrections. The nuclear reactions —
alpha, beta, ionizing radiation —u nfold in hadronic and nucleonic
theaters, mass and charge transmuting under light’s alchemy. Quine’s
Word and Object fractures language; Derrida howls at Husserl’s
platonistic phases, while Unamuno and Montaigne claw at the
prototemporal void.
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Hawking’s final theory when treated by Physfit's dick crumbles into
events and contingency, the fabric of existence woven from Ives’
relativistic loom—causality a frayed thread in the quantum fields of
extra-local action.
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Near Physfit's dick, the analytical bridges collapse under inductive
impasse. Dedekind cuts are shallow graves; Hilbert’s postulate of
continuity gnaws at Leibniz’ principle of perfection. The Burse-bots
revolt, their logicist positivism a fishbowl math of digital fixed-word
length delusions.
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In that vicinity, that hallow grounds underneath Physfit's dick, Russian
peasant arithmetic shifts and rolls, algebraic cancellation erasing
nothing. Schwarz functions twist into Epicurean phenomenology, the
noumenological a specter in the materialistic cave. Yes, points and
lines — they can’t make each other, but they do. The middle of nowhere
is a super-imposition of numbering and counting, continuous and
discrete, Ken: 2 + 2 = 4 screaming into the omnitemporal. The
supertemporal and timeless clash in Coleridge’s language, Comenius’
transcendental whispers drowned by Quine’s phases. And on such grounds,
Olbers’ paradox is a lie; the cosmic background a thermal ghost. Gravity
is space-time, is relativity, is Newton defended by Einstein, is
centrifugal force in a Loch Ness monster of space contraction. The
Platonist finds, never defines — the void is universal, the universal
void. And lastly, freedom of thought is a model lesson in turnabout, the
knackbaut of thorough reason spinning into thematic ideals. The snake
eats its tail. The snake always eats its tail.
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Ross A. Kosmanson
April 9, 2025
Alone, inside The Catacombs of Paris, France
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Nessie's hump: rest-exchange momentum, gently and gracefully moves
half-submerged, the shadow-play of forces real and virtual, reflecting
on the umbral gravity itself, and light's second and fourth and each
other spectrum, light as shadow, not the upper limit of information,
instead the lower. The light-speed rest-frame convention alongside,
makes what was ever the partial relativity into a completed being,
a theory, a theory, A Theory, A Theory, not merely lighting candles
at their epic monuments instead bringing them blinking and wide-eyed,
dawning on the reintegrative deconstruction and structuralist result
of the ends of logic themselves again, the zero-eth laws of mechanics
and all the higher orders of acceleration, whence Zeno and Vitali result
more than the sum of the parts, and exactly the sum of their parts.
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Where the identity dimension refolds the Cartesian and the inner of
the orthogonal, then for another Euclidean geometry where lines meet
angles, a second great singularity after division by zero, not above
the mathematics where it was expected infinity would be, yet under it,
where infinity makes what would be, the stop derivative and Zeno's
swath, have a spiral space-filling curve then the great construction,
the hypercube distance: one.
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Just more garbage from Ross devoid of any ...logic.
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Hey Ross, you're not going to get any pussy talking like dat..
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