No doubt doubt happens when your face is being ground into the rug and you likely thought you were going to die. “How many seconds do I have left?” and you merged with the rest of the world by counting defensively, fleeing to and obsessing about axioms, integers, polynomials and sets forever. Inflated with years of computational study and rug burned, he decides to wrestle with God and apply, superficially at that, his math to all programmed parodies of the theories and assertions for belief in God. As a result, he provides an ecumenical calculus of nil correspondence i.e., there is nothing there. It is worse than that, because the if then, good*bad formula of physicist Steven Weinberg is offered as a redemption of gadfly sorites (and proof of ordure particles in elementary and sterquilinous physics!):