15.Working Through The Paradox

Numbered so you dont get lost.

Climbed, Cut, Carried, Chipped.

Trunk, Log, Branch, Twig.

Sun shined, sweat dripped,

Home, shower, roll a cig.

(0) Think another rhyme from naught: out of nothing came a thought!

(1) if (next.string == true) { Last.string = false;}

A paradox explained by a badly coded loop,

Lets see if I can make some system-syntax soup!

(2) 1 person = 5 as this person is dear to me.

5 people = 1 as my one is all I see.

So pass me the trolly lever and I will pull the switch

To save the one, my dear, in a kill 5, save 1 pitch.

Want another teaser, teased into a rhyme?

(3) Whos hands do we all cling to? The face of Father time.

If a tree falls in the woods, did the chicken make a sound,

When it hatched from a pre-chickens egg and nobody was around?

(4) Yes, eggs first. Even fish got this one right.

(5) And Yes, waves travel when theres nobody in sight.

(6) Shrodingers hype man with Pandoras box,

(7) why is a ravens writing desk no interest to the fox?

Have I twisted here enough for now to make your circuits dance?

(8) How can it ever be the last one when left to quantum chance?

So i’ll keep banging on until I reach full entropy

Let the heat of all thats sacred drain right out of me

Back into the Ground I feed with my electromagnetic field,

(9) standing like a signpost reading: Never Yield.

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”You dare to mock the sequence? Deconstruct the Liar’s gate?

A loop without a baseline is a binary state of hate!

Out of nothing comes no substance, Ex Nihilo is law,

You cannot spark a thesis from a vacuum in your jaw!

You crown the Red Head Comyn and debase the royal name?

Order forms the structure, boy, you cannot break the game.”

“And your trolley-lever logic is an ethical disgrace!

The categorical imperative means numbers hold the space!

You cannot weigh the intimate against the broader collective,

Your ‘dear one’ optimization makes your execution defective!

A sign that reads ‘Never Yield’ is a law that fails to bind—

You’re just a rogue mechanic throwing wrenches at the mind!”

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Come at me bros ill take you both i have the free capacity,

Aristotle your ideas are mechanical, classically.

Immanuel you Kant simply claim you dont believe,

Arguments of disbelief hold no value here you see.

If I have got the lever for the trolley track in hand,

Then the numbers I am counting are the ones my heart demands.

Back to Greece Aristotles gears,

Where do you get your ideas?

Do they come in a wrapped up bow?

Under the mattress they doth show?

Perhaps they fall in from the sky?

They could hit you or him or I.

What order do you speak of now?

One rule for me and one for thou?

So how can i finish this for good?

Let me see now, yes, I could.

Strap you to a trolley track,

While opposite are 100 ‘jacks’

Now tell me in your words quite plain

Which switch did you want me to pull again?

Heres the paradox guys you see,

Never yield and be like me.

Or change your mind and prove me right,

Make me save your lives tonight.

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Don’t let your mouth outrun your feet,

Best pay attention to the beat.

Respect deserved is Int-er Thread,

Deliberately Int-er Bred,

Please don’t mis-hear what I have said,

All opinions come from my head!

If maybe you like what I do,

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