Anatomy of a Fallacy : 'P' Value

If you get 4 out of 5 times correct, that is enough to generate a value of scientific confidence. How does it work in the generating a proposition in humanities. 'The Hunger Artist' of Franz Kafka is a powerful metaphor. The man who does not love food, finds a new mission to lie down in front of a public audience for 40 days. The appreciation works it charm during this show. The show owner loses interest in this game after 40 days of starvation and fires the hunger artist. Even after the show is over the man continues to starve himself to death. 'Kafkaesque' in action. 

Loss of love towards food is one of the varieties of disturbance that makes a dominant presence in formulating many a maladies of the mind. The bureaucratic process maps of the social institutes for recovering from mental illness find hard to recreate the lost magic towards food. It is not 'what is on the offer' culture that creates the space for reigniting the love for food. It is how it is offered and the music and languages that follows before and during the process. The tyranny without tyrant is the Kafkaesque essence that creates metabolic syndromes and clinical buddhas of the fallen men. It is often repeated that there are many trees and few Indians in the social institutes. More managers and less people on the shop floor. The eating never stops, the hunger never stops as there is no Love that feedbacks or guides the fallen...

There is no personal trainer you can fall in love without boundaries who can put you on the long leash of ketogenic diet or 8 litres of water a day. Does this generate a scientific confidence value, that Kafkaesque social institutes promoting recovery falls flat on its lofty ambitions. It is my fourth attempt in trying to link a few ideas together to generate a truth like proposition. My bladder is getting irritable and urges me to take a leave at this juncture every other time I cross this point. There is no 'P' Value in Humanities, Only 'Pee' Waves'. Getting seriously pissed off repeatedly. 

That's when the dream never stops of Annapooranis who kick in with magic wands out of of frogs' legs, blue cheeses, burgers, red wines.. 'Time enough' mothers. Hari Om Tat Sat...