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,,,,,.†£¤¤ purpose of this process, what does it ¤¤£†.,,,,,
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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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,.~†§£¤### was after that. ###¤£§†~.,
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