Oh what fun it is...

I've been having a lighthearted banter with Arthur and Bruce these last few days, and it's a real joy to be able to chew the fat with such clever and sophisticated lads, let me tell you.

No exponential theorising and ad infinitum neoredefining going on there, readers. Oh no... Parsimony is the rule with these dudes. They shave so close with poor old Occam's Razor, that they look like Little Aussie Bleeders. Pass the styptic pencil, please...

And so, in the spirit of Platonic Love, I have left them this comment on Arthur's blog:

I still hold out great hope, because I believe that you two young whippersnappers are actually intelligent, that one day I will be able repair the synaptic damage done by the lobotomising effect of the atheist sophistry you guys have been subjected to.

My first difficulty is to get you to approach what I'm saying with an OPEN mind.

So, for the next six months or so, provided you try honestly and real hard, that's about all I can hope for. Such is the lobotomising effect of atheist philosphy.

But as the synapses form new links, by Christmans I might actually have you able to take your first look at the world of philosphy with OPEN eyes.

After that, the rest will fall into place naturally, and you'll very soon thereafter have your first-ever philosphical epiphany, namely that of experiencing the unutterable joy of realising that you are actually agnostics, and proud of it!

I'll then happily and proudly induct you into the Agnostic Pride Movement at a ceremony, the highlight of which is that you will each trepane the symbolic skull of an atheist with a 24mm drill bit. The applause will be deafening.

This is what awaits you, my newfound friends... You may now quiver with excitement.

I think I'll have fun playing with my new friends.

I'm excited...