,,,,,;^##@ @##^;,,,,,
,,=;^^^##@ @##^^^;=,,
,,=;^$#@@# #@@#$^;=,,
,,,,,,=;$@ @$;=,,,,,,
,,=;;^^^$# #$^^^;;=,,
,,=;^$#@@@ @@@#$^;=,,
,,,,,;;$@@ Now, Usually I Feel Good (Maybe?), But @@$;;,,,,,
,,=;^$#@@@ This Time Of Confusion Also Leads To @@@#$^;=,,
,,,,;^^$@@ All Analyzes Ending In "Useless" - I @@$^^;,,,,
,,=;^$@@## Was Being Bothered By Something In A ##@@$^;=,,
,,,,,;;$@@ Song Or Movie Or Book, So I Think, How @@$;;,,,,,
,,==;;^### 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 #^;==,,,,,
,,=;^$#@@# Sense. #@@#$^;=,,
,,=;^$#@@# #@@#$^;=,,
,,,,==^^$# And When I Can'T Even Anchor Myself, #$^^==,,,,
,,,=;;^$$# When I Am Nothing But The Question, It #$$^;;=,,,
,,=;^$#@@# Feels Like It Can All Slip Through My #@@#$^;=,,
,,=;^$#@@# Fingers... "Whoops", And Nothing Ever #@@#$^;=,,
,,=;^$#@@# Was After That. #@@#$^;=,,
,,=;^$#@@# #@@#$^;=,,
,,=;^$#@@@ @@@#$^;=,,
,,=;^$#@## ##@#$^;=,,
,,=;^$###@ @###$^;=,,
,,=;^$#@@# #@@#$^;=,,