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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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@¶¶§*%^-:¨ 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 ¨:-^%*¶@##
#@¶§*%^-:¨ was after that. ¨:-^%*§¶@#
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