T.o.N. (Theory of Nothing)

[austintorn@aol.com]

(Part 14 B)

Michael ran to his car and raced down the hillside after her, going faster and ever faster, even running off onto the shoulder several times, and almost going off the side of the road. The curves were real tricky and so he had to assist the car’s braking by downshifting into second gear, sometimes even into first. He couldn’t keep up with her, of course, but at least he could still see her now and then down the other side He was pushing his car to its limit and loving every minute of it. Oh, the thrill of it! And for good reason, too—love. This was not just simple speeding, it was speeding for a purpose, speeding as if his life depended on it—or at least his love life. Michael immediately became enamored of the exhilaration of the chase—as the stress and excitement caused adrenaline and natural opiates to be loosened in his overworked ToeQuesting brain. He took a chance, passing a slow moving truck in the no-passing lane, and was just barely able to tuck back in time. He told himself: Don’t do that again!

As he courted death, his love lives flashed before him. Women were like cars, he thought. Trish, of course, was a racing car, revving her engine to the limit, taking every turn to the edge, and living every moment as if it were her last. Others, on the other hand, were more like a station wagon: stable, sturdy, reasonable, sensible, and dependable, but unexciting, and, he thought, wastefully frittering their lives away by their attendance to the most mundane details of nothing that much mattered.

Michael was falling behind, although doing the best that he could in his unsporty car, now but an old jalopy compared to hers. Luckily, he saw her turn off into a small wooded valley between two hilly ridges. Now he had her, he thought; now there was no escape possible, for it was just a little dirt road trailing off into a meadow and a farm. Only a few more moments now and they’d be together in sensual bliss.

Michael’s cell phone rang and a worried ninja informed him that he was being pursued and that he should ditch the car and take cover: “What doing? Stranger dangers angered.”

Michael replied, “Sorry, you have the wrong number.”

As he neared the meadow he heard some great whooshing sounds that were familiar but couldn’t quite be placed—and rainbow colors could be seen through the trees. What was all this? And then he understood. Of course! Hot air balloons! The balloons were ready for launch, their baskets peopled, their ropes even now being untied from the stakes. This was not so good news. Soon the sky would fill with all these balloons and he’d never find her! He was in a frenzy! He cleared his mind, and calmly but quickly looked for her car—ah, there it was, next to a balloon that was colored bright red and yellow.

“Hurry up, Michael” she said as her balloon began to lift off, its ropes still dragging on the ground past him. “Come with me to the Emerald City!” Just then the basket left the ground. Michael grabbed onto the rope and ran with it for awhile, thinking crazily that he could somehow climb up it. There was only one problem—he was afraid of heights!

Nevertheless, love conquered fear and he held on to the rope as it gently lifted him off of the ground. He soon had second thoughts, however, and panicked, realizing that he was almost getting too high to let go. He looked down and saw a barnyard filled with soft hay—and so, giving up the stunt as hopeless, let go of the rope and fell a short and harmless distance to the ground, but missed the hay, and landed smack in the middle of the pigs’ feeding area. His once white suit was now as black as coal in the nothing of a void at night with no moon.

Trish looked down and was much amused at his discomfort, but was also relieved to see that he was OK. “Don’t give up, young chap!” she yelled down to him. “Here are my car keys,” she said as she threw her set of keys down to him. “Come and find me wherever I land. Follow me. You’re not in Kansas anymore, my good man!”

Michael was sitting in the muck, surrounded by the curious living pork chops, bacons, and hams, wondering if this so-called adventure of love business was really worth it all. A pig ambled over to investigate, rubbing its nose over him, perhaps thinking that Michael was some new form of food. Michael pulled himself up, picked up her keys, and then changed into his sports clothes, which he had luckily kept in the trunk of his car.

He walked over to her beautiful Testarossa and sat in it, admiring it, much like he had often done in the new car showrooms, twiddling with this and every knob, trying out every button. He thought of gaining safety in the ninja base that had to be nearby, but Trish presently sailed overhead and thereby erased all logical thinking.

Satisfied with knowing where every switch was in the car, Michael drove off, and tried to keep Trish’s balloon in sight, but soon lost it, then found it, then lost it again among the ridges. She was moving fast on the updrafts. However, at each sighting, he took note of her general direction, referring to the car compass, and was generally able to make progress toward her, though by no means directly, because there was not always a road available in the direction that he needed to go.

Now this is a car, he thought, as he began to put it through its paces. Why, I feel like I am a part of it, he marveled, as it held the corners due to its low center of gravity and its wide stable body. The greatest part of driving it was seeing the other cars on the road give way to him, all figuring him to be ultra rich and of course not wanting to take a chance of bumping him and scratching a $200,000 car. So this is what it feels like to be a millionaire!

“Faster, MK,” said another ninja cell phone caller.

“Stop bothering me. I don’t want to buy a new condo!”

However, Michael did heartily take of note the now 24 sedans following him, although they were a ways back, and put the pedal through the heavy metal of the radio.

He drove on for another ten minutes or so, tracking her every move, sometimes finding her in the sky miles away. Yet, he was a driven man! He entered a tunnel, then soon panicked, not having his lights on and not instantly knowing where they were; but he smartly remembered where the headlight button was and flicked them on. When he finally emerged from the darkness, the scene he saw was like a beautiful dream—it was as if he was seeing the world for the first time, for the English countryside was beautiful and bright and bold beyond compare; he felt as a part of its every color, texture, and hue. Then he smiled to himself and said, Well, Michael, welcome to the Land of Oz.

Trish was dropping altitude now, and descending rapidly. He lost her for awhile, having had to race through a dense grove of trees that bordered close to the road. But when he came around a curve with a brief open view, there she was, softly landing in the center of a large estate—where there was a sizable stone mansion built in the European tradition. She leaped out of the balloon and ran for the garden.

Michael watched as Trish disappeared into the ornamental grounds that surrounded the mansion. Her hot-air balloon was gently and gracefully collapsing, slowly covering the ground around him. For some reason he thought of ToeQuest and he had to fight hard to get it out of his mind. This is going to be a good weekend of forgetting Everything, he thought, as the balloon’s fabric fell onto him, waking him from his reverie of dilemma.

Looking around, he took in the richness of the estate and couldn’t help but translate it in his mind to a dollar figure. The grounds were perfectly terraced and landscaped. The mansion itself was made of pure marble, with stone and slate at the base. The world of nobility was just sitting there waiting for him to become a part of it.

[austintorn@aol.com]

(Part 14 C)

The whole place was more than magnificent! But something was not quite right. The grounds were empty—there were no security guards, no groundskeepers, no servants; in fact, there were no signs of any life whatsoever. It seemed to be some sort of fortress of solitude, and this theory was confirmed when Michael heard a zap and a buzz. He quickly turned around to see the heat shimmering near an electric security fence that had just snapped on behind him. Briefly alarmed, he wondered whether he felt saved or trapped! Just what side of the fence was the enemy on? Could it be that Trish was some sort of emotional nut case? He soon relaxed, though, as he felt a wave of reassurance coming over him, for the force field could only mean that they were meant to be romantically alone and safe from intrusion! It also neatly explained the absence of the security guards, for none were needed! Michael swung into action, for this was his middle name that even MI8 didn’t know.

As he ran toward the garden he noted that what he thought to be grass had actually turned out to be a ground cover that he knew to be self spreading, maintenance free, and dense enough to keep out the weeds—thus explaining the absence of any groundskeepers. This was indeed a very modern estate. Things were becoming clear to Michael’s finely tuned mind: Trish was some sort of a rich hermit or something.

The garden turned out to be a maze of high hedges—a popular European diversion. Michael was not very happy to see it, even though it was a work of art, because he had thought to have an easy conclusion to the day’s quest. He attacked the maze rather recklessly and just as quickly lost his way. He was soon totally disoriented and began to feel more and more like a trapped animal.

Michael peered through a small opening between the bushes and was just able to catch a glimpse of Trish heading down to a large lake behind the mansion. She walked out on a pier towards a powerboat, then looked back and saw that he was nowhere in sight—so she, apparently, sat down near the boat to wait for him. Michael remembered his analogy of women to cars—Trish was even faster than a sports car! She was an Indianapolis speed racer who was going to burn out her engine and probably not even finish the race! For a brief moment he wished for some station-wagon-like stability. But, boy, he thought, what an AUTO-biography he could write!

Michael could sense that Trish had even more adventures in mind and this weighed on him slightly, making him bold enough to throw himself through the small gap in the hedges to surprise her, getting a number of minor scratches and scrapes in the process. Cool it, he said to himself, you’re losing it!—Let her have her fun for now.

Sure enough, as soon as she saw him coming she jumped straight into the motorboat and started the engine, all the time urging him on with the chase: “Hurry up, Michael! Come quick. Run Michael! Run! See Michael run.” She yelled to him as she drove the boat around in circles, waving a ski rope in her hands, saying “Come to me, Michael! Take the rope.”

For a split second Michael began to wonder why he was always chasing after ropes today, and why he should jump into a lake just because she’d told him to do so; nevertheless, he hurriedly removed his socks and shoes, and quickly jumped into the lake. She slowed the boat, coming almost near him, and smiled for a moment at his spirited self, encouraging him.

She threw him the ski rope. He grabbed for it, just managing to get the rope handle as she threw the throttle forward to full power. He plowed through the lake like an anchor. She dragged him along, half in and half out of the water. Somehow he got onto his feet and found himself water-skiing barefoot. He was so amazed at the impossibility of this feat that he just as quickly collapsed into the water, rolling and tumbling forward, sort of like a stone that had been thrown, skipping and skimming.

Leaving him there floundering, flailing, and drowning, Trish headed straight back towards the shore, but at least she had the decency to throw him a life preserver. Michael began to wonder if Trish was worth it, but he soon painfully remembered that he thrived on LIFE and LOVE’s ADVENTURE, although he wasn’t so sure anymore. He remembered her challenge: If you can keep up with me today, then you can have me tonight. This seemed to give him some extra energy that soon built into the super strength that allowed him to swim to shore, whereupon he promptly fell down, exhausted, and passing out.

He awoke later, at first believing that he’d dreamt a nightmare, but harsh reality smacked him in the face when he saw Trish waiting for him in front of the flower garden. He pretended to be still asleep and so when she looked away for a second he leapt up and ran, getting to within ten feet of her before she spotted him and bolted towards the garden. “Wait till I get my hands on you, Trish!” he called after her. “YOU’RE DOOMED!”

He ran after her, passing the pink and blue rose bushes. blue? On and on he raced, through the heavily carved front doors and into a cool and multicolored foyer, where the sun streamed through the stained glass windows. He heard her laughter echoing up the stairs, so he climbed the curved stone steps. Up and up he went, to a round tower room where the door had been left ajar. He peeked in and saw Trish standing in front of a beveled glass mirror, wearing an Edwardian rose-colored gown and arranging blue roses into her long tresses. He approached breathlessly, with much anticipation; then she turned and smiled and handed him a bunch of the roses, saying, “For you, my love. You are an exciting man.”

“At last,” he said, relieved.

“I am a tenth degree Grand Master ninja and you have done very well in your preliminary training. I know that you may be a trifle angry with me, but you are a very worthy man and a totally giving person, but you were in trouble so I had to get you away from the MI8 agents—it was your attraction to me that sped you along and saved you, and your desires shall not go unfulfilled, but first, let us begin some training in the sense of smell.”

“Well I’ll be a flabbergasted energy pattern of in and out waves, but I thought something was a little bit smelling like a rat in the state of Denmark, although your perfume is enchanting and enticing.”

“Sorry. How was the pig pen?”

“Smelly, even with my mere human 10,000 or so odour detectors.”

“Well, animals have do have about ten times that many and I’ll teach you how to stretch your nose and smell like a pig.”

“This is not a good time for jokes, my dearest, but it is true that I am very curious about everything, I mean, about thing, for all is one that is made of one thing: energy.”

“Quite right—that is the secret; you just need some of our refresheners that will aid your phenomenal life: we have new car smell, the smell of danger, the smelling of the roses, and many more hitherto unknown delights of noumena.”

“I think I need a shower; be right back.”

[austintorn@aol.com]

(Part 14 D)

“All right, but first let me give you a proper introduction to what’s afoot, then we’ll resume training upon your return.”

“Okay.”

“You are in one of our major ninja centers; you see no one else here since they are mostly off on missions of the gravest danger to the world, of which I will soon inform you; the rest can only be seen if they wish to to be. There is an evil conspiracy operating worldwide that is so secret that it doesn’t even have a name. They have already substituted three near identicals in the US Senate and two in the British Parliament. We’ve left them there, for we know who they are and we have members therein as well. It was their scent that gave them away as replacements. The ninja empire is a response to their grave threat; we operate outside of all authority, as do they.”

“Why ninjas?”

“Those trained in the martial arts and mental discipline have reached great depths of self, spirit, beauty, courage, wisdom, and dependability, and that is a rare combination. They answer to none but to truth and goodness, much like you ToeQuestors.”

“And, of course, their stealth methods are quite necessary.”

“Indeed, and as for you, it’s not often that we receive someone of your caliber, Michael; it’s a great pleasure to have you join us with your depth of commitment to truth, beauty, purity, and love.”

“I’m just a regular guy trying to help.”

“No, on the contrary. Out of the billions of the world, only a few hundred or so are on ToeQuest, the focal point of all scientific and meditative inquiry concerning existence; of those hundreds, perhaps only 30 or so contribute; out of those, perhaps only a handful are devoted regulars. So, you are a regular ToeQuestor and that is at the top of the pyramid of inquiry of all that is in the universe. That, added to the extremely useful internet, wherein scientists post results, means that you and the others are akin to CEOs managing a trillion-dollar research center through which discoveries are funneled. Exploring the great unknown is one of the highest callings.”

“Thanks. What about the Government? And where is this Conspiracy?”

“They have infiltrated many governments and so we can trust no one. They are all over, anywhere, trying to manipulate the going-ons of many countries, but they are not just political—that just gains them influence and power, but they have tried many mind-altering experiments on people, sometimes even on whole towns. They are the likes of what can be seen in the TV series, ‘Nowhere Man’. I’ll give you a DVD to watch.”

“Are they after the TOE?”

“They haven’t yet realized the unlimited value of that, but it’s just a matter of time…”

“How long has all this been going on?”

“They and we began ten years ago when our leader, Thomas Veil, detected that they had placed false memories in him as an experiment and so he began taking down many of their installations. almost single-handedly. They vacated some multimillion dollar facilities overnight, just to avoid detection. But now their facilities are more secure.”

“Nobody…”

“…is one of us.”

“Evil must be reversed to form ‘live’.”

“That is our monumental task. Perhaps we can make use of your energizing abilities, along with those of your fellows. We have no idea where their funding comes from, who else has been transformed, the location of many of their major centers… but your destiny for the moment seems to be learning more about how to employ the TOE.”

“I can do both.”

“Thank you. See you soon—there are hundreds of scents to choose from in your quarters.”

Michael headed off, having had a lot to take in, and sat down in a super lounge chair modeled after his own. He noted some saying on a wall of his scented room:

Heaven’s patron of arts, grace, and license,
Left us sweet-smelling plants, with flowered scents
And aromas redolent—florescence
In flush and prime of days reminiscent.

Spring kisses the earth, leaving flowers there,
Like those whose perfume first scented virgin air,
As again, the fragrant glen, in Heaven’s prayer,
Hails Earth’s anniversary with flowers fair.

Pleasant smelling scents lift your heart and mine:
Essence of lotus, rose, amber, jasmine,
Night-queen, myrtle, saffron, and sandalwood
Stimulate the inner spirit sublime.

And on another wall, some darker thoughts:

The Tuberose is a dangerous pleasure,
Even when taken in but small measure:
Its exquisite scent has such great power
That it can wither you within the hour.

If Nightshade you drink, you’ll become as so
And can see the ghosts, shades, and dark shadows
Of those who came before our humankind,
Those whose spirit-worlds overlap the mind.

And, finally, an inner-worldly saying on another wall, titled:

— Flowers I Glimpsed in Dreams —

Coral Bells, rung by bees and humming birds—
A melody of tones without the words,
And airy sprays of frothy Baby’s Breath,
Gurgling with all that’s much too sweet to purge—

And sweet spikes of aromatic Lavender
All ready potpourri from Heaven’s splendor—
And all around the flora symbolica
To soft drowse the spirit into slumber.

( See

http://www.toequest.com/forum/blogs/...1&pp=10&page=3

for more poems on flowers )

Michael returned, feeling very much recuperated and feeling totally blessed. “I’m back. I’d never known of such pleasant fragrances.”

“Smells alert the ninja in the dark even as much as sound, the sub categories being aroma, fragrance, scent, perfume, redolence, bouquet, stench, fetor, stink, reek, and whiff.”

“So you gave me roses to enjoy the pleasure of.”

“Yes, but I am attracted to you, too.”

“The inverse also applies.”

“Good. Everyone appreciates the fragrance of fresh-cut flowers, but the stench from the paper mill across town is usually unwelcome. Both have a distinctive smell, which is the most general of these words for what is perceived through the nose, but there is a big difference between a pleasant smell and a foul one.”

“You can say that again.”

“That.”

“Ha. What about odours, the British spelling that Austin likes over the American ‘odors’, which somehow has an unpleasant connotation to him.”

“An odour may be either pleasant or unpleasant, but it suggests a smell that is clearly recognizable and can usually be traced to a single source, like the pungent odor of onions, which by the way, should be planted with potatoes since their eyes will water and nourish the crops.”

“Good explanation and joke. I’ve done aromatherapy.”

“An aroma is a pleasing and distinctive odor that is usually penetrating or pervasive, like the aroma of fresh-ground coffee, while bouquet refers to a delicate aroma, such as that of a fine wine. Here, have a glass. Don’t forget to swirl, sniff, sip, swallow, or spit if you are just wine sampling.”

“The 5 S’s. What about the scent of a woman like you?”

“A scent is usually delicate and pleasing, as I try to be, with an emphasis on the source rather than on an olfactory impression, such as the scent of balsam associated with Christmas.”

“I now believe in Santa Claus. I choose a lilac fragrance from my quarters; it reminds me of my early youth in England with Molly McGuire under the fragrant bush…”

“Yes, fragrances can take you back in an instant to their source in a remembrance from the past. Fragrance and perfume are both associated with flowers, but fragrance is more delicate. A perfume may be so rich and strong that it is repulsive or overpowering. Of the lilac it is said:

Love’s first emotion rose from the Lilac,
For it blooms when Nature is first aroused;
It is love’s youngest dream to us come back,
Where it will ne’er again remain unspoused.”

“Indeed, fragrances are among the infinite variations of energy in nature. Energy may be the one thing, but it has many pleasant faces. But then there were the pigs, which, of course attractive to each other in their own way.”

“Stench and stink are reserved for smells that are foul, strong, and pervasive, although stink implies a sharper sensation, while stench refers to a more sickening one: the stink of sweaty gym clothes; the stench of a rotting carcass.”

“Thank you for the teachings.”

“This is only the beginning. Your journey of protecting the TOE and learning more about it will be an strenuous one, and the more we can prepare you, the better. You already have great insight into the beauty and unity of all things from the One; your potential is as boundless as your imagination.”

“It is my dream to become one.”

“Come hither.”

[mkirkpatrick]

Well what can I say Austin? You have given a body to thing,and have highlighted the
noumena,you are a creative one off.prehaps you represent the noumena itself?



warm regards michael.

[Profpat]

You really do have an EPIC novel in the making, Austin.

I'm hoping, that unlike your beautiful movie, this will have a happy ending.

btw: Robert doesn't work for a government agency does he?

Best to all,

Pat

[N0B0DY]

You had asked for a hint to create a picture relevant to the thread, Austin, and I think maybe the following might have a few that you could play around with.

http://www.zeropoint.ca/SPMH-KabUniverse-2NEGATIVE.html

I was also further considering the diagram that RP had posted, re the magnetic field of the Earth, and it's right on the money if we wish to exhaust a few possibilities. You could create a few pictures on that if you wish.

I would start with the, perhaps imaginary, equatorial line that is obviously necessary to separate the two poles.

It was suggested by RP that on one side of the equator, it would represent contraction; and on the other side, it would represent expansion. Now if we were to imagine the same field without the imaginary line, there would no longer be any way to determine contraction or expansion. Yet, would there still be a magnetic field circling around the Earth?

Yes, from one perspective the direction of the force would be, say, downward; from another perspective, if an observer were upside down, the direction would be upward; from an absolute perspective, both of the previous perspectives would be "viewed" simultaneously, or we could say that there is neither perspective - that the "views" are negated because both views would essentially flip and cancel - like a type of absolute annihilation event.

[RascalPuff]

You had asked for a hint to create a picture relevant to the thread, Austin, and I think maybe the following might have a few that you could play around with.

http://www.zeropoint.ca/SPMH-KabUniverse-2NEGATIVE.html

I was also further considering the diagram that RP had posted, re the magnetic field of the Earth, and it's right on the money if we wish to exhaust a few possibilities. You could create a few pictures on that if you wish.

I would start with the, perhaps imaginary, equatorial line that is obviously necessary to separate the two poles.

It was suggested by RP that on one side of the equator, it would represent contraction; and on the other side, it would represent expansion. Now if we were to imagine the same field without the imaginary line, there would no longer be any way to determine contraction or expansion. Yet, would there still be a magnetic field circling around the Earth?

Yes, from one perspective the direction of the force would be, say, downward; from another perspective, if an observer were upside down, the direction would be upward; from an absolute perspective, both of the previous perspectives would be "viewed" simultaneously, or we could say that there is neither perspective - that the "views" are negated because both views would essentially flip and cancel - like a type of absolute annihilation event.

_________________________

Perspective:

Top-north is the outgoing magnetic field, bottom-south is the incoming; they meet in the middle at 'zero point'; at the interior center of the earth.

We're looking at a self-sustaining system of expansion here, with the 4-D earth omnidirectionally expanding at the interior of the considered magnetic field.
There is a strong implication of Dirac's anti-matter meeting conventional matter with the resulting explosion constituting the entire magnetic and material system.

One interpretation is we're working with Dirac's otherwise (seemingly) elusive 'anti-matter' and it's role in the sustaining of any system generating or otherwise accompanied by a magnetic field - from electrons, to planets and stars.

Note the structure of Riemannian geometry constituting the ingoing and outgoing magnetic fields.

- RP

[N0B0DY]

I think what you offered puts a slight twist on things now, RP. We would have to consider now, like the imaginary equatorial break, an imaginary axial break that would be neutral of an arc.

I concede there is no difference to matter/antimatter, one being merely negative to positive and the other positive to negative, but I equate the "photon" which is neutral of charge with the proposed false vacuum that would cause motion of both the above charges to create the field. The "photon" and "graviton" would have an identical relationship with of the electron and positron - simply different directions based on an imaginary break in symmetry.

Because there is no real break, there is no point for matter to accumulate and expand in that fashion, which is what I had thought you were referring to orginally. So the space and the field of that space expand within matter proportionate to increasing smooth acceleration, with the "matter" actually being kinetic energy due to expansion, is that about right?

The linear propagation of energy, representative of absolute speed, through the imaginary axial line would fold space into a sphere in the form of a magnetic field, and the waves would continually extend outward to infinity from the infinitesimal wave origins at the core. To me, this might explain the cause from the imaginary absolute, to the infinite, to the finite perfectly. The size of the Earth, or galaxy, etc., is then irrelevant. Only the geometric differentials need apply at any scale to produce the arcs or angular momenta.

If you follow what I'm saying, and I have understood you properly, I think you may have done it, RP.

[Profpat]

If anybody could do it, it would be RP.

It is an interesting portion of this thread.

I would like to ask RP or Nobody or Anybody or Everybody, some questions please.

1. Is the magnetic field zero point, the same as the center point of gravity?

2. Could self sustaining systems of expansion account for proton expansion, in that the proton is substantially larger than strings and quarks?

3. Nobody I too equate gravity with radiation.
Gravity being the attractrive force and radiation being the repulsive force.
Both representative particles are massless, chargeless, due to geometry follow the inverse square laws. I believe the photon has a spin of 1 and the graviton a spin of 2.

4. Does anybody know the formula for spatial expansion?
It appears to have an exponential growth at the start.
Now it appears from the red shift its proportional.
( i.e. a galaxy 2x as far appears to be going 2x as fast ) Is that right ?
But if someone knew the formula and wouldn't mind sharing it, please do.

Keep up the good work ladies and gentlemen.

Best to all,

Pat

[RascalPuff]

Extracted from Wikipedia - Public domain illustration ineligible for copyright.
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Although originally intended for and applied to early radio technology, it's still used by radio technologists, and seems to have a distinguished place in the structural and conceptual considerations at hand - there appears (including the issue of radiation) to be a lot of answers-questions here (in more ways than several dozen?). - RP
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