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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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,&&&,,,,,, 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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