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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 ..@@.@@..@
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@..@...@@. i'm standing there with nothing. @@...@@...
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@.@@.@.@@@ reductionist hell - @.@@.@@@@.
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...@@...@. 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 .....@@...
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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 @..@..@@@@
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