Rubik's Cube Research Paper

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It was oddly meditative to see the colors of the Rubik’s Cube glued to my hands fly into place again and again. Setting aside the puzzle was futile; so long as the puzzle remained in my proximity, it found its way back into my hands, fully scrambled and ready for another solve. Cubing was no longer a challenge, but rather, an escape into another universe where I had the key to establish order. And if the twenty seconds of solving a Rubik’s Cube was too fleeting, fifty beastlier twisty universes sat on my desk for me to rescue from chaos.
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