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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 ,,&&,,,&,&
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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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&,&&&&&&,, 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 &&,&&&,,,,
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