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Subject: You didn't write this text (Re: The Suspicious Journals of Ross A.
 Kosmanson :-))
Date: Tue, 25 Mar 2025 19:13:53 +0100
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Ross the Floss, aka Dr. Corona, invented
halucination before ChatGPT.

But now using ChatGPT for long post,
ist quite boring.

You didn't write this text.

Physfitfreak schrieb:
> 
> 
> First came continuum mechanics. The lattice of whispering variables. A 
> conspiracy of Redshift and Relephants.
> 
> 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.
> 
> 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.
> 
> 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.
> 
> 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.
> 
> Ross A. Kosmanson
> March 24, 2025
> In the Library of Ashurbanipal