I recognize all these words, I can sense, perceive, parse and reason about all of these words. Yet I cannot derive a sensible meaning from them. The pragmatics is of a flailing fish singing Waltzing Matilda to a teleporting cucumber.

There's nothing transparent or inspectable about a sparse fog of floating point numbers. Rendered as a picture it's the color of a television, tuned to a dead channel. As a sound: ksssshhhhhhhhh. If you see anything in it that you believe is a real discrete phenomenon then I have a face on Mars to sell you.

You know what is an inspectable algorithm? An algorithm. The old-fashioned kind that were intensional and not gigantic quasi-extensional stews connected to nervous cats in boxes. I'm so tired of this madness. So entirely bloody exhausted. Out of all the manias I've lived through in this trade the current one is by far the most absurd, wasteful and destructive.