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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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