As a Ger-man Gentile: I’m Handing You the Knife to Cut “my Baby”#
A small thing was born on the first of June. Not a child — a body of work: the Balospe.com Matheo Study Series, a set of 32 short-ish to not-so-short reports that try to state some of the (if not the) most important claims about God and the world precisely enough that anyone can check them. I published them at Balospe.com/study to make it memorable under the motto #AuditTheMath.
The whole point is that - despite my best efforts to get it right, testing against every eventuality, using the best scholarship, even using the best AI help I could get - my conclusions could be catastrophically wrong. Yet, if my conclusions are correct, ignoring them would be catastrophically wrong, because mathematical theology maps out that narrow path to life for averting existential disasters like accidental nuclear winter and others that have been brewing for some time.
Today “my Baby”, the Matheo Study Series is eight days old. Time for the rest of the world to have a look. And I cannot get one image out of my head. I don’t want anybody to get deceived by any of its 32 studies. That’s why I submit it herewith to an abstracted variant of an ancient covenant ritual that has long symbolized the distinction between work that does “whatever” and work that is contractually obliged to “serve Reality”, owned and ruled by Reality, done by those who pledge their highest allegiance to the Truth about Reality.
The latter is always a subset of the former. Hence the cutting.
The eighth day#
By the time Jesus was born, a boy was brought on the eighth day for brit milah — circumcision — to the Temple of Yah.
I don’t know how to circumcise a paper-series or an abstract set of insights. Nor do I know how to reliably reach the Temple of Yah, let alone whom to contact there. So I can’t claim to do anything proper here. I struggle too much with understanding the Torah. Yet that shall not keep me from trying best I can to do what I can. That’s what mathematical theology is all about as far as I can tell.
My work was inspired by nothing - or rather its ubiquitous, terrifying power that keeps tempting everyone into oversimplifying, overcomplicating, andOr overreaching. I can’t defend myself against such an Advanced Persistent Threat. If my forecasts are correct, nothing makes it more likely that I will die in accidental nuclear winter than in a car crash. So nothing is no joke to be toyed with.
So, in my distress, calling from a distant land, I need someone to pass on my cry for help — the cry of a ger and a goy: a stranger, a German Gentile, a child of the very confusion the Matheo series is trying to climb out of. (For the other ways I have come to see myself, see the note at the very end.)
I don’t know if my abstractions are correct in the eyes of Reality.
I hope, I did what I thought I could, sleepy, slow, and scattered as I am.
To the best of my ability to tell, all I can do is bring Yah=Allah=Reality my rags. I dressed them up as presentable as I can, including as somewhat nicely formatted PDFs.
But such formatting doesn’t mean that I got the essence right. And since Yah cares about truth deep inside, where nobody is looking, that inner essence is all that matters. So, others will have to decide. That’s were the cutting starts.
Ultimately, of course, only Yah can tell what Yah thinks of my efforts. I’m sure I will hear about it on Judgement Day. As I explain on various places at Balospe.com, reflection has allowed me to come up with some surprisingly specific expectations for what my most embarrassing sins are that I will have to answer for. I’m coming out with all of it here in the hope of getting a chance - while there is still time - to make amends and ideally reduce the damage that I have been doing to everyone and this world. That is what my mathematical theology hopefully helps me to do. But that only works, if it is correct, because else it will make it all so much worse.
And that is where I need the help of the best and brightest minds: Please #AuditTheMath, so that I can increase my chances of ending up on the right way instead of going astray again as the black lost sheep from Laodicea that I am.
Solomon asked for Yah to hear when a stranger, a ger, will pray in the direction of Yah’s Temple in Jerusalem.
I decided, somewhere along this road, that I would like to belong to the people of that covenant. I am not there. I know the road is long. I may never get there on my own. I will likely need the help of YhowShua = Yas = Jesus = Isa.
So I use this image the way a German Shepherd dog is lapping up scraps that fall from his Shepherd Master’s table. Not pretending to understand it, but gratefully eating every scrap I do get.
I borrow the image because it says exactly what #AuditTheMath is about, starting with the Matheo series as flagship studies, extending into the Good News Pack (MMv3, 2025) that inspired me to seek formalizing my mathematical theology with the help of AI Claude (Opus 4.6-4.8 max effort).
A circumcision is a covenant kept not by adding something impressive, but by removing something that is not absolutely necessary. It is a sign made by a cut. Like avoidable complexity needs to be cut to not impede true innovation over the long term.
Hence, on the eighth day I do not show off “my baby” off to be admired. I bring it to be cut. It may not survive. That’s OK if indeed all my studies can offer the world is a pile of deception that makes everything even worse, e.g. by raising false hopes. False hope makes the heart sick. I’ve become so sick of false hopes that I have begged Yah, in no uncertain terms, that He would cut me off the moment I start producing more sickening false hopes. I think the world has too much false hope going around, sickening everyone. I’d rather be silent than offer “more of the same”, sickening hearts of everyone, thereby digging the world even deeper into its current hole that is as deep as Gabriel’s Horn, which can keep stretching to negative infinity by forever keeping everyone superficial. That is if nobody dares to penetrate its finite volume in order to get to the core of why the BABL algorithm destroys the world.
Therefore, I bring my eight-day-old “baby” to be cut.
If it’s healthy, it will bleed a bit, and cry a bit, but it will heal and start growing and learning.
I am bringing it into the Temple of all of Reality. Here the abstraction matters more, at least for now, than any particular building or private ceremony (which I’d be happy to follow up with if anyone can reliably tell me how).
For me as a scientist the Temple is the whole watching world, the public square, the place where anything true has to survive everyone’s scrutiny. That is why I am asking the sharpest, most skeptical, most hostile readers I can find to cut away whatever shouldn’t be there. Let only the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth remain.
(Having come to understand a bit about Truth, I’m also asking for gentle kind reasonable ways of cutting that are age appropriate; it’s easy to come up with the equivalent of a theoretical machete, claim one true thing this baby ought to do as an adult, determine a true failure, and thereby sentence that baby to death by what the Apostle Paul warned against as “logo-macheira”, using logics like machetes for destroying others. Hence, please apply age-appropriate knives; for example my papers are MockupModels; most of them lack proper bibliographies, and so on. I have come to appreciate how the Apostle John talks about “grace and truth”, both forming a pair, which I can tell is essential for staying gentle kind reasonable over the long term.)
Why a scientist would talk like this#
The reason is simple.
I have come to think humanity keeps drifting toward destroying itself partly because our deepest claims are never stated precisely enough to be cut.
Vague claims can’t be refuted, so they can’t be repaired, so they harden into the presumed certainties that nations go to war over — until those presumptions crash like all made-up castles in the sky eventually do. The cure is not proclaiming beliefs louder. It’s impossible to make up with zeal what is missing in understanding.
The cure is to state the claim so precisely that someone can finally point to the exact structurally inconsistent notion and say: here, this is wrong — and be right.
So I stated mine that precisely, on purpose, so that they can be cut. That is not a weakness I am confessing. It is the feature. A claim no one can cut in principle is not necessarily safe; it is either a fundamental assumption that is self-evident (like good axioms in math tend to be), or it is unfalsifiable because it has so many variables that it can accommodate anything and its opposite in every case.
Where to draw the line between an “imperfect hypothesis” that needs to “grow up” and a “fatally flawed speculation” that “needs to die” is the art in the work of a scientist. As it turns out, the life of Abraham is a practical illustrated guide for a research theology that can show the way through that maze. Hence it’s only fitting that Abraham’s life gave rise to the four great Abrahamic Faiths that center serving ultimate truth, each in its own way, where Science is the 4th or 0th Abrahamic Faith.
Disillusionment of many scientists with disagreements between other Abrahamic religions has tempted many with overlooking the important cultural foundations upon which science stands. Truth is easily broken as a value when Blindly Assuming Blindly Leveraging allows Blindly Assumed Authorized Leadership to claim whatever is convenient. It took all three other Abrahamic Faiths to fanatically follow truth best they could to lay the groundwork for the 4th = 0th Abrahamic Faith to get a chance to arise.
Therefore, I call on all Abrahamic Faiths and all other Faiths to test the mathematical theology that somehow came into this world - by accident or providence (let the reader decide).
Elsewhere on this site I keep - best I could - open records of my own worst reasoning errors, traced to their roots, on display.
The eighth-day cut is the same instinct, turned outward. It’s time that I hand over the knife to the rest of the world.
Where the echo fits — and where it doesn’t#
The image fits in three ways. A covenant made by removal, not addition — that is exactly what an audit is. It’s a sign that someone belongs to something by being willing to be marked by it — I am binding this work and my credibility as a scientist to the discipline of being permanently checkable. I surrender my work to the authorities that be, whoever they are worldwide, ultimately acting as agents of Yah=Allah=Reality (as Matheo-b11 argues by formalizing Pan-En-Theology).
In the Temple in ancient Israel one did not circumcise one’s own child by one’s own authority alone. The child was brought to people who knew what needed to be done, gentle kind reasonably, but decisively still, even though it clearly hurt.
I did not sign up for this to avoid pain. I signed up to avoid self-destruction. That is why I’m bringing “my baby” to be cut. That is why I am handing over the knife.
My abstract interpretation does not fit in many obvious places, and I won’t pretend otherwise. A body of work is not a child, a metaphor is not a law, and I don’t perform or expect rituals here. Moreover, it isn’t “my” baby, because too many have contributed and suffered to produce this without realizing. Hence, if I’m correct, it will be “everyone’s baby”. I am not a formally recognized priest, I haven’t been called, authorized, or ordered to do what I do here. In fact, if anything, people have been warning me like people warned the Apostle Paul on his journey to Jerusalem. I am no Apostle except for the Apostle of nothing - in case Reality decides to recognize how nothing called me to do this work in order to avert accidental nuclear winter or worse.
And the deepest meanings of brit milah belong to a people and a covenant I am, at most, a hopeful outsider to.
If anyone inside that covenant reads this and winces, I would rather hear it than not — that, too, would be a clean cut, and I would take it.
The invitation#
So here is the work, eight days old, brought out into the open. Do not admire it. If you are a mathematician, a logician, an atheist, an imam, a rabbi, a hostile journalist — especially if you are hostile — bring your sharpest knife. Find the line of arguing where I went wrong and cut it by showing me why.
A clean cut that proves me wrong is the best thing that can happen to my analyses before anything significant can be built on them.
It’s because what’s left will be a little truer than before. I know that I cannot get to the full Truth in all things, no matter how much I pursue it. Truth is too great, too deep, too wide, too long, and too broad to ever be captured, even if I had all 1600 bucket-wheel excavators of ResearchCity working on it non-stop to serve the Truth in the common goods for all. Yet, that creates a dilemma. Deception about what matters most is more dangerous if packaged in more truth where it matters less. Liars who believe the lies they tell are more convincing than those who know they made it up. So, if I’m not already dangerously deceived, then improving along the path sketched out will make me even more dangerous. I see only one way to mitigate that danger:
I herewith declare myself forever to be a false prophet in the Spirit of Boolean Truth, forever chasing the Truth, knowing I will never fully get there, yet staying as determined to keep going like Hellboy who sawed off his horns after he realized how easily they hurt others.
Needless to say, any similarities with any eschatological roles are purely coincidental and should be treated as such until proven otherwise. Establishing prophetic identifications of eschatological figures is a serious business that is way too complex and important to be left without proper support. Hence, my proposals for ResearchCity include a stadion of researchers dedicated to helping the rest of the world to sort out the details in this contradictory maze of asserted certainties.
Hopefully, the mathematical theology I present here as my baby will help everyone and me to sort out all the existential questions addressed - if it doesn’t bleed to death from the world’s knives, that are being sharpened to draw blood.
My true hope to avert accidental nuclear winter and other existential disasters moved me to say something because I see something.
Now it’s up to everyone to buy into #AuditTheMath to support the experts required to do the actual auditing. They might need a bit of encouraging, because experts are busy, 32 interconnected studies to review is a lot of work, and each expert can only review their own area in depth.
The 32 PDFs of the Matheo Study Series are at Balospe.com/study for everyone to download freely.