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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 ,,,#######
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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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,,,,,##,,, when i am nothing but the question, it ,,,,,,,##,
####,,,,## feels like it can all slip through my ######,,,,
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,,,,,,,,,, was after that. ####,,,,,,
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