In the absence of data, I can only guess. I am simply a surmiser, a theorist who hypothesizes and speculates, a man who deduces and presumes based on the logic of conjecture. Yet my inferences carry the nuclear weight of centroidal scientists. The framework upon which my conjectures are built is both rigid and flexible, a malleable steel that supports ideas too heavy to fly in a vacuum and too light to swim in a liquid with no mass.
My theories are grounded in suspicion and baseless assumptions. My beliefs arise from swamp gas and nefarious opinions, the same sources that give rise to conspiracy and poisonous wonder.
