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@%††=,¨¨¨¨ all analyzes ending in "useless" - i ¨¨¨¨,=††%@
#@%*††==,¨ was being bothered by something in a ¨,==††*%@#
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¶%†,¨¨¨¨¨¨ purpose of this process, what does it ¨¨¨¨¨¨,†%¶
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###¶%*†=,¨ reductionist hell - ¨,=†*%¶###
##¶@%*†=,¨ i wan't a bottom floor, a concept ¨,=†*%@¶##
#¶%**=¨¨¨¨ bedrock, but the deeper i go the more ¨¨¨¨=**%¶#
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@%%***†=,¨ they cease to be things at all ¨,=†***%%@
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¶%*=¨¨¨¨¨¨ are we just stacked triangles? there is ¨¨¨¨¨¨=*%¶
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###@%*†=,¨ can not shelter me in any meaningful ¨,=†*%@###
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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 ¨,=†*%@¶##
#@%*=,¨¨¨¨ was after that. ¨¨¨¨,=*%@#
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