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