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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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