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¨¨¨¨¨¨,«:$ now, usually i feel good (maybe?), but $:«,¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨,«:$£ this time of confusion also leads to £$:«,¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨,«:$£¤ all analyzes ending in "useless" - i ¤£$:«,¨¨¨¨
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¨¨,«:$£¤£# purpose of this process, what does it #£¤£$:«,¨¨
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¨¨¨¨,«:$£¤ more and more pieces falls off until ¤£$:«,¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨,«:$£ i'm standing there with nothing. £$:«,¨¨¨¨¨
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¨¨¨¨¨¨¨,«: reductionist hell - :«,¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨,« i wan't a bottom floor, a concept «,¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨, bedrock, but the deeper i go the more ,¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ abstract they are, the things, until ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ they cease to be things at all ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
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¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ are we just stacked triangles? there is ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ nothing i can do with triangles. they ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ can not shelter me in any meaningful ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ sense. ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
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¨¨¨¨¨¨¨,«: when i am nothing but the question, it :«,¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨,«:$ feels like it can all slip through my $:«,¨¨¨¨¨¨
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