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