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

The Fractured Symphony of Continuum and Discontinuity of Physfit's dick
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Ross A. Kosmanson
April 9, 2025
Alone, inside The Catacombs of Paris, France