Bipolar Learning Curves

As for this singular problem.
Whom is it to whom, within hands reach. 

Am I awake, I do dream? 
Thinking in multiples. 
The level of a very complex being.

Which if I must, I beg you to think. 
Is it not possible to solve them? 
Differences,
the same levels, whom made them?
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