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##@@$*\~^. now, usually i feel good (maybe?), but .^~\*$@@##
#@@$*\~^.. this time of confusion also leads to ..^~\*$@@#
##@@$*\~^. all analyzes ending in "useless" - i .^~\*$@@##
#@@$*\~^.. was being bothered by something in a ..^~\*$@@#
##@@$*\~^. song or movie or book, so i think, how .^~\*$@@##
#@@$*\~^.. would i have done it, what is the ..^~\*$@@#
##@@$*\~^. purpose of this process, what does it .^~\*$@@##
#@@$*\~^.. consist of...? and through the process ..^~\*$@@#
##@@$*\~^. more and more pieces falls off until .^~\*$@@##
#@@$*\~^.. i'm standing there with nothing. ..^~\*$@@#
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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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##@@$*\~^. and when i can't even anchor myself, .^~\*$@@##
#@@$*\~^.. when i am nothing but the question, it ..^~\*$@@#
##@@$*\~^. feels like it can all slip through my .^~\*$@@##
#@@$*\~^.. fingers... "whoops", and nothing ever ..^~\*$@@#
##@@$*\~^. was after that. .^~\*$@@##
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