i see "the language of abstractness" (LOA) you refer to as authority (as in "respect my authority"). my first memory of authority, outside of church or home, is the lunchroom monitor while in third grade in an idiot factory in georgia. toots is looking for proof that "the situation is entirely hopeless... [that his] exercise is a complete waste of time."

now, being a scientific product of an idiot factory in georgia, i submit that the math of the proof should be in the form of some scientific method, as a series of (or perhaps a set of simultaneous) equations. something like this:

1. non-retarded kid (semi fluent speaker of LOA) in lunchroom throws cornbread at retarded kid (moron) and scores direct hit of sloped forehead with few crumbs (outliers) wasted. result: murmured admonishment by monitor (master LOA linguist) with feigned indignation.

2. retarded kid roughly inserts pinto bean up other retarded kid's nostril and laughs at victim, spraying soggy mix of mashed cornbread, pinto beans and chocolate milk onto faces of entire table of retarded kids. resultant: peels of high pitched laughter by monitor followed by queuing up of retard-spanking line.

3. non-retarded kid knocks non-retarded kid unconscious, dragging limp, bloodied classmate by every table in lunchroom while howling about how ferked up retards are and how they orta be eradicated. result: zero

4. non-retarded kid belches ever-so-slightly on way to returning tray to scullery, monitor catches whiff. result: taxation of all in lunchroom through gutting of their retirement funds and erosion of their currency followed by disciplinary rump thrustings in detention/library.

needs work, but this is after all a scratchpad

whatchareckon?