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¨-«;%%%§¤# this time of confusion also leads to #¤§%%%;«-¨
¨-«;%§¤#@@ all analyzes ending in "useless" - i @@#¤§%;«-¨
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¨¨¨¨-;;§## purpose of this process, what does it ##§;;-¨¨¨¨
¨-«;%§¤@## consist of...? and through the process ##@¤§%;«-¨
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¨-««;;%§¤# reductionist hell - #¤§%;;««-¨
¨-«;%§¤### i wan't a bottom floor, a concept ###¤§%;«-¨
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¨-«;%§¤#@# 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 ###¤§%;«-¨
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¨¨¨¨¨¨-;%¤ fingers... "whoops", and nothing ever ¤%;-¨¨¨¨¨¨
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