...~«†$§&@ @&§$†«~...
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...~«†$§&@ @&§$†«~...
..~«†$§&@# #@&§$†«~..
.~«†$§&@## ##@&§$†«~.
..~«†$§&@# #@&§$†«~..
...~«†$§&@ Now, Usually I Feel Good (Maybe?), But @&§$†«~...
....~«†$§& This Time Of Confusion Also Leads To &§$†«~....
...~«†$§&@ All Analyzes Ending In "Useless" - I @&§$†«~...
..~«†$§&@# Was Being Bothered By Something In A #@&§$†«~..
.~«†$§&@## Song Or Movie Or Book, So I Think, How ##@&§$†«~.
..~«†$§&@# Would I Have Done It, What Is The #@&§$†«~..
...~«†$§&@ Purpose Of This Process, What Does It @&§$†«~...
....~«†$§& Consist Of...? And Through The Process &§$†«~....
...~«†$§&@ More And More Pieces Falls Off Until @&§$†«~...
..~«†$§&@# I'M Standing There With Nothing. #@&§$†«~..
.~«†$§&@## ##@&§$†«~.
..~«†$§&@# Reductionist Hell - #@&§$†«~..
...~«†$§&@ I Wan'T A Bottom Floor, A Concept @&§$†«~...
....~«†$§& Bedrock, But The Deeper I Go The More &§$†«~....
...~«†$§&@ Abstract They Are, The Things, Until @&§$†«~...
..~«†$§&@# They Cease To Be Things At All #@&§$†«~..
.~«†$§&@## ##@&§$†«~.
..~«†$§&@# Are We Just Stacked Triangles? There Is #@&§$†«~..
...~«†$§&@ Nothing I Can Do With Triangles. They @&§$†«~...
....~«†$§& Can Not Shelter Me In Any Meaningful &§$†«~....
...~«†$§&@ Sense. @&§$†«~...
..~«†$§&@# #@&§$†«~..
.~«†$§&@## And When I Can'T Even Anchor Myself, ##@&§$†«~.
..~«†$§&@# When I Am Nothing But The Question, It #@&§$†«~..
...~«†$§&@ Feels Like It Can All Slip Through My @&§$†«~...
....~«†$§& Fingers... "Whoops", And Nothing Ever &§$†«~....
...~«†$§&@ Was After That. @&§$†«~...
..~«†$§&@# #@&§$†«~..
.~«†$§&@## ##@&§$†«~.
..~«†$§&@# #@&§$†«~..
...~«†$§&@ @&§$†«~...
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