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Down in my depths the old adage is true, the more to life I've come to see the less answers have pertained to me. The world as will, and interpretation. Though Marx spelled truth through change. Truth contained in the roots of 'self' dry in the public eye. Solipsism is such a form that it will rise and crumble in this heat. Digging into cracked pathways for shadow and dirt. Interpreting these stones progresses with disdain for those who walk along them. Thus the positive project denies itself affirmation; a furtive pygmy kernel— the totem of a days work.