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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 &,&,&&&,,,
&&&&,,,,,& 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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