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###¶§§%\~, all analyzes ending in "useless" - i ,~\%§§¶###
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###¶§§%\~, 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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