..-/^$@@@# #@@@$^/-..
..-/^^^$@@ @@$^^^/-..
..-/^$@@@@ @@@@$^/-..
......--^@ @^--......
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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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..-/^$@@@# #@@@$^/-..
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