the
words for the wisdom
are that this is
passive agression
and when the feelings of some
x equal
y,
what gets expressed should be more than
Ø.
(or,
as the pragmatic say, nothing)
but the formula is
unsatisfiable in this
universe
and
y is false
and there is no
function
reaching out from
the set containing x.
simpler to say
that nothing functions.
and so the silent
f(x)
sullies the air with pent-up rage and..
there just isn't any point in trying for a
solution.
possible
ys appear as mirages,
revealed to be
dirty little recursive functions
where every new parentheses is the unburied handle
of a hatchet that will complicate things for
infinite values of
t to come,
tripping up the
relationship
whenever anyone or anything needs make reference to
y. (
why?)
there exists some x such that
for all values of y, ¬
y,
x says
y <=> E
xA
y(¬
y ^ S
xy).