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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 ..@...@@@.
.@..@@..@. 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. @...@.....
@..@..@.@@ @@..@@....
@@.@@.@@@. 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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