If p, then p.

If p, then p.
Yes — take that in.
Take in its beatific glory.
Yes; that’s how the Great Sage of Slough put it.
And such a truth is hard to bear.
It hits the soul with a deepity so deep
That it simply cannot be deepened.

Let’s futherize this, logistically:

If p, then p;
Thenly, if ¬p, then ¬p.
Or contrisely soforth:
If that is x, then that is x.
Thensly: a rose is a rose is a rose.

So what if p were not p?

All hell — and more — would be let loose.
It would mean that your foot isn’t your foot.
That your lovely wife isn’t your lovely wife.
That these very words aren’t these very words.
And what’d happen to the Soul of the World then?
Tell me… Please tell me.

If p and ¬p can occupy the same space at the same time,
Then ¬p and p can occupy another space at another time.
Then what you ¬got?
Explosion — that what you ¬got!

Indeed, indeed, indeedly:
The coming to be of contradictions
Is something that cannot happen.
Why? Because if if did, it didn’t,
And if it didn’t, it did.
Now suck on that, you mutha.