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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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#$*^»-,,,, reductionist hell - ,,,,-»^*$#
¶#$*^»-,,, i wan't a bottom floor, a concept ,,,-»^*$#¶
#¶#$*^»-,, bedrock, but the deeper i go the more ,,-»^*$#¶#
##¶#$*^»-, abstract they are, the things, until ,-»^*$#¶##
#¶#$*^»-,, they cease to be things at all ,,-»^*$#¶#
¶#$*^»-,,, ,,,-»^*$#¶
#$*^»-,,,, are we just stacked triangles? there is ,,,,-»^*$#
$*^»-,,,,, nothing i can do with triangles. they ,,,,,-»^*$
*^»-,,,,,, 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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