Among the general readership and the very authors of this blog, the concensus seems to be that--well, the posts have regrettably grown too deep and profound, to a point where it just fails to have any superficial meaning. And we apologize for that. To compensate for the madness that is the other posts before this, we dedicate the following to just pure, superficial meaning and making sense. In fact, never has so much sense and lack of deep cognitive requirements been packed into a single piece of writing. So take a break! It's been the end of a long 365 days.
The blog is the logbook of the internet. It has colonized the web, and at the same time the web has colonized it. Unlike the natural log, the blog was the faultless second child, the projection of perfection onto the real line. The natural log had its humble beginning as a tree and its humble end as a log cabin, from whence stemmed forth a nation mighty. The blog was born. While the root of the natural log was its base, the blog escaped the dreadful litmus of the conservatives. It conquered and was conquered; it tried to transcend but was transcended. Its' inherent logness could not be changed, and the blog fell to the curse of the metalogs.
But herein lies the paradox. It is understood that the existence of complex life on earth is vastly dependent on oxygen. For example, the final electron receiver in the electron transport chain in cellular respiration is the lowly, diatomic oxygen molecule. However, oxygen is a highly reactive molecule, very capable of damaging living organisms through uncontrolled oxidation. And this is indeed an unresolvable paradox, the untangling of which is akin to wrestling a cuttlefish. And this is in itself a paradox. The paradox of paradoxes is that while the vast majority of paradoxes requires the use of nonsense, nonsense is a highly confusing concept that would bewilder scholars by leading them to believe that what they are reading is nonsense rather than a paradox.
And so to this extent, the experts have proposed an ingenious solution: text boxes. That piece of modern art not cooperating in your text document? Simple. Slap it into a text box. From extensive testing in our laboratories, even the most existential of images will be reduced to an unmoving piece of ether with respect to an external text box. Unfortunately, we have yet to develop a method of capturing such images; at the same time, images have yet to develop a method of escaping from text files. So hunt them down vigilantly. They can run, but they can't hide, and their ability to run is limited. A win-draw situation.
The second theorem guarantees the existence of fireworks, the awesomeness of which is defined in the axiom of explosion. The propagation of awesomeness, then, is governed by a divergent generating function. As a corollary of this, there must exist the elementary particle awesomine, with spin +3. While such particles have not been detected in ordinary fusion, they are conjectured to be produced in massive quantities when the proportionality symbol is transferred via a flash drive. This idea has excited the scientific community, as if the conjecture is true, a perpetual motion machine of the second kind can be constructed by attaching fireworks to flash drives containing nothing but the proportionality symbol.
Henceforth, we must be thankful of the art of proof. It is a testament to the crumbling of society today that the developed nations are continually dissatisfied with what they have, and in dissatisfaction lead the expansion, crushing the weak and defenceless. General Hilbert's plans to invade physics may have been forestalled, but for only a finite time. In the time of great mourning, we must stand firm and remember who our true enemy is. It is not triviality. It is the radian, the steradian, the percent, all the imposters among the group of units. It is not the evil quadratic residues that we should fear, but the fools pretending to be sums of squares. As Fernando Westrick said, "Ask no questions--but partake of the proof".
Happy New Year!
