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Thinking causes nothing but trouble. Immersed in abstractions of an apparantly inherintly absurd existance, truth. Recursive thoughts ponder the unponderable, defining arbitrarily contrived definitions until the impassible, unreducable brick wall of truth is encountered. Ridiculous! Invokes a comedic reaction. Humour, the reward payload upon the discovery of a juxtaposition in order to better interpret the disorganised and impose false order to cope and survive. How could these aimless pensive ganders into meaningless apparant meanings conclude with anything but laughter? Laughing at my inability to attain real knowledge, satisfaction or impurterbation.
