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&&&,,&&&&& now, usually i feel good (maybe?), but ,&&,,&&&&&
&&,,,,&&&, 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 &,,&&&&&,,
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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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