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,,,,@@,@,, 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 ,,@,@@@,,@
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,,@@@@@@,, 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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@,@@,@@,@, and when i can't even anchor myself, ,@@,@,,@@@
@@,@@,@@@, when i am nothing but the question, it @,@@@,@,,,
,@@,@@,,@, feels like it can all slip through my @@,,@@@,,@
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