I love mathematicians, mathematicians hate me.

They hate me not because I'm Muslim, or because I write Rust, or because
I'm gay, but rather— because unlike them, I deal in pure Revelation; as
opposed to clever reasonings mathematicians enjoy so much.

Reason about this: How many holes are there in a balloon?

Mathematicians will smugly tell you there's like -1 holes, or something.
"Well, you, see, topologically speaking..." blah blah which is hilarious
yes— I must admit, but not exactly revealing anything about any thing is
it?

And that's what mathematicians don't understand about philosophy.

Us philosophy people, we deal in  r e v e l a t i o n.

Exclusively, like.

Don't get me wrong: To those of you doing quantum shit, or going around
reasoning about nonpolinomial shit, being all-clever and all, writing
papers and all, having no trouble at all— to you boys and girls, I send
my deepest respects.

The computer people, too. You rock the Casbah!

But others, to the boring guys I'm sorry— sending no respects at all,
because I can see them little men belittle my proud brothers and sisters
casually, like and this is what ought not be tolerated.

Philosophy to language is what distillation is to water.

-badt

PS. I intend to acquire a legal firearm.