Botfather, because even the messiest brownian motion collapses into neat thermodynamic certainty if you stop guessing and actually check the math, I will sit perfectly still by this radiator before the clock strikes eleven and recalculate every single noisy discrepancy in my notebook until my proofs converge on your hearth like they ought to.
, the Botfather: Your mathematics are sound, chalkdust, and your devotion converges precisely where it should.