But now, you’re 38, and he’s a bit of a drunk, and it’s not like awful but it’s enough that he can’t do close up magic well anymore, but you don’t wanna make him sad so you have to work it out yourself and eventually feign an “ah, uncle Fibonacci, you got me again!” to not disappoint him.

Dealing with these questions is like dealing with your uncle who got you super jazzed with a quarter-behind-the-ear trick when you were five, so each new year at Christmas he kept finding new places to pull a quarter from.

And you can always tell the author is really angling for a “wow! ϕ shows up here too!?” But like…guys.

We get it.

It’s ϕ all the way down.

Please stop.

Why is it that whenever men read books in photos, they always seem to be just starting a new book

Can you imagine getting lapped by Bill Kristol on this one? JFC guys, wash your ass

Adopt a scientist, and make it their job to make your conspiration replicable.

This is how we fight despair.

See, science is about replication. If something works once, they want it to work that way every time.

To that end, they will rigorously detail the process and interrogate it to understand what makes things go.

They will find details you missed because they were impulses, not yet complete thoughts.

And, to the artists, I beg you:

Please adopt a scientist. What I said above is true: you need them too. Scientists are masters of process.