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....--=&@@ Now, Usually I Feel Good (Maybe?), But @@&=--....
.--=%&§@@# This Time Of Confusion Also Leads To #@@§&%=--.
...--=&&§§ All Analyzes Ending In "Useless" - I §§&&=--...
.--=%&§§§§ Was Being Bothered By Something In A §§§§&%=--.
.--=%&§@## Song Or Movie Or Book, So I Think, How ##@§&%=--.
.--=%&§### Would I Have Done It, What Is The ###§&%=--.
......-=%§ Purpose Of This Process, What Does It §%=-......
....-=%&@@ Consist Of...? And Through The Process @@&%=-....
..-----%&§ More And More Pieces Falls Off Until §&%-----..
.--=%&§@## I'M Standing There With Nothing. ##@§&%=--.
.--=%&§@## ##@§&%=--.
.----%&&§§ 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 §%=--.....
.--=%&§@## ##@§&%=--.
.....-%&@@ Are We Just Stacked Triangles? There Is @@&%-.....
.--=%&§@## Nothing I Can Do With Triangles. They ##@§&%=--.
.--=%&§@## Can Not Shelter Me In Any Meaningful ##@§&%=--.
.---===%%§ Sense. §%%===---.
.--=%%%&§# #§&%%%=--.
.--=%&§@## And When I Can'T Even Anchor Myself, ##@§&%=--.
.....-=%%§ When I Am Nothing But The Question, It §%%=-.....
......-=%§ Feels Like It Can All Slip Through My §%=-......
.--=%&§@## Fingers... "Whoops", And Nothing Ever ##@§&%=--.
.--=%&§@## Was After That. ##@§&%=--.
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