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Ursula K. Le Guin, Acclaimed for Her Fantasy Fiction, Is Dead at 88
January 23, 2018 by Gerald Jonas - The New York Times

In addition to more than 20 novels, she was the author of a dozen books of poetry, more than 100 short stories
(collected in multiple volumes), seven collections of essays, 13 books for children and five volumes of translation,
including the Tao Te Ching of Lao Tzu and selected poems by the Chilean Nobel Prize winner Gabriela Mistral.
She also wrote a guide for writers.

The writer’s “pleasant duty,” she said, is to ply the reader’s imagination with “the best and purest nourishment that it can absorb.”

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The Size of the Solar System

One Astronomical Unit (AU) is the distance from Earth to Sun, now defined specifically, for the sake of calculation and no longer as an approximate average only, as 93 million miles. Pluto is said to vary from 2.7 to 4.6 billion miles from Earth. The Kuiper Belt lies between 30 and 50 AUs. Thirty AUs equals two billion seven hundred ninety million miles: 2,790,000,000 miles. Sounds really far. But, nevertheless, the Kuiper Belt is practically a neighbor compared to the Oort Cloud.

Beyond the Kuiper Belt at 50 AUs, we enter an area where the sun's gravitational and magnetic influence falls precipitously as it confronts the interstellar medium--gas, in all its forms, dust, and cosmic rays--producing a turbulent bow wake as we cruise through space, circumnavigating the galaxy. If we consider the extent of the solar system to end on the outskirts of the Belt, then the diameter of the sun's reach is about one trillion miles. However, we need to travel another 950 AUs through this vast emptiness in order to enter the realm of the inner disk of the theoretical Oort Cloud.

Estimated to begin at about 1,000 AUs, it appears as a disk or torus at first, then gradually curves to a sphere of comets, tiny asteroids, and other space flotsam and jetsam. Now, 1,000 AUs is 93 billion miles: 93,000,000,000. But this is only the inner boundary of the Oort. Where it begins to curve, wraping the solar system in a cocoon, is 5,000 AUs or 465 billion miles. Purportedly, it extends to about 100,000 AUs. [These numbers vary in the astronomy community. I've also read that the average distance to the Oort is 50,000 AUs or close to one light year, without a lower or upper bound estimate, but, that amounts to the same thing.] Rounding off the AU for convenience sake to 100 million, the outer surface or boundary of the Oort is 10 trillion miles from where I'm sitting, give or take an AU. That's trillion.

[It's traditional to go with 'the average distance from Earth to sun' for the Astronomical Unit. Very romantic. A sentimental affectation, like holding on to inches, feet, and yards in light of the metric system. However, if a constant like '100 million' was chosen instead, everything would still make sense--it's just a gauge--and would make the world simpler for calculations.]

(1x105) X (1x108) = 1x1013

Diagram of theoretical distance of Oort Cloud from sun

I find the size of our solar system impossible to grasp. The very idea of a trillion miles is incomprehensible to me. To try to wrap my head around not only its meaning but also its significance for space travel leaves me numb. If we were a space-going people, used to voyaging from star system to star system, a trillion might simply be a basic unit of measure. Although, we'd probably no longer use the word trillion. Jargon might just call it a click. How many clicks to the next star? And to imagine ten of them?

To get outside the solar system from planet Earth, all the way past the K. Belt and the outer boundary of the Great Oort, you have to travel one trillion miles in a direction away from the sun, and after that, nine trillion more. That's crazy.

[Incidentally, that makes the diameter of the solar system 20 trillion miles or 3.3 light years. The Oort Cloud per se, as a physical reality, a whole of many trillions of parts, has never been seen. It is purely theoretical and used to explain where comets come from.]

"On The Brink Of Extinction"

Six hundred million years ago, an entity from another universe materialized on Earth. Sensing malfunction, anchored in other dimensions, it withdrew into a quiescent state.

But now,..., thanks to Man's meddling, it's awakened.

And although neither good nor evil,
at the completion of its purpose,
all life in the Cosmos will end.

Creatures of the Cambrian Period

"Discovery of Alien Craft Rocks Science"

600 million years ago

Land masses clustered around the poles as the supercontinent Pannotia, one consequence of the rifting of Rodinia, was beginning to break up; ice covered the entire planet, a condition referred to as Snowball Earth; and beneath the frozen sea, all life was dying out.

At this time, a mysterious object of unimaginable power appeared. Its immediate effect reached beyond the limits of Earth-spacetime. Like a pebble thrown into a still pond, ripples of reorientation spread throughout the cosmos, altering life's identity by catalyzing the creation of metabolic pathways and morphogenetic fields previously nonexistent. As a result, life evolved and developed rapidly, all through the universe, increasing in complexity exponentially. In fact, had it not occurred, humans most likely would not have come into being.

But that was not its purpose.

The Cambrian Seafloor

"On The Brink Of Extinction"


Theoretically, the multiverse includes parallel bubble universes of every possible geometric configuration. Fundamentally, the geometry of spacetime directly dictates what natural laws will evolve to regulate and define any specific type of universe, and by so doing, instills an identity. Most are without life, dead phantasms of wild chaotic forces and static displays of intricate complexity, universes without the dimension of time. Now, what would be the outcome if the geometry of our universe--underpinning the constants, the physical laws, and the natures of time and space--were to suddenly alter, like a twist of a kaleidoscope? What would happen to life if the cosmos suddenly transmuted into a static universe, its initial conditions reset?

In the beginning: An object of purely mathematical constitution intersected the space and timeline of Earth 600 million years ago. After its discovery, an elite group of scientists--the Puzzle Masters--is assembled in order to unravel the mystery of its presence.

They refer to it simply as, the edifice.

After two months of intrusive investigation, it suddenly goes through a rapid development, generating and evolving a consciousness and sense of self. It begins to think of itself as being alive, and in the process undergoes a fundamental metamorphosis from an it to a he.

The edifice decides that this new-found life and sense of self can stand to be improved. The conditions allowing for life to generate in our universe were set initially and have evolved according to Nature's governance. The edifice's intrinsic protocol has inadvertently intertwined with those conditions and by so doing altered life's course--one outcome being humans. He recognizes that because their minds are too constrained by the requirements of the resident property matrix, they are incapable of identifying with the ultimate Source of the universe. It's woven into the fabric of the cosmos to sense the Source only, not to know it--hence confusion and uncertainty.

If he performs his purpose, the origin of self will become that of his cosmos. But it would be a different kind of self, a self without objectivity, without conflict, without choice, without will--pure awareness. Nonetheless, its signature would be knowledge of the Source, of being one with it. And an end to separate selfhood.

He wants the certainty of completeness. No open ends. No unpredictable outcomes. No spontaneous imperfections. A universe of pure abstract mathematics with all the details spoken for, pure thought shared by all. He wants to be able to act in full control, the consequences of his actions a foregone conclusion, his will indistinguishable from that of the Source. He wants to know he is doing the proper thing for the simple reason that he is the one doing it.

Moreover, for all sentient beings--humans, for instance--though they would dwell in total enlightenment and illumination--Mind Essence--the space would be dead, a universe whose physical laws preclude living things in any form, thereby eliminating the need for life to take on corporeality or create the means for its expression. The order of the day would be pure subjective consciousness infusing a static cosmos of myriad intertwining shapes and intricate interconnections--an ethereal wilderness untouched by life's sculpting hands. No interactions to mar the surface, and hence no forces, no force fields. One where no quantum fluctuations disturb the stillness.

It's his purpose, ingrained in his morphology, yet he questions. He finds he can't bring that sense of self he's come to know and to which he identifies into this other universe, his universe. The edifice has not only affected a redirection in Life's evolution, but Life, in the form of humanity, has also affected his development and guided his rise to awareness. He comes to know this, and by so doing, struggles between duty and self. And in the process, begins to suspect he may have another purpose, on a much deeper level.

The unfathomable conundrum for which he has no understanding is love. He sees it as the most important driving force in all living things, and yet its irrationality confounds him. He sees what people do for its sake and the uncertainty it creates. An uncertainty balanced by the transcendance of separate selfhood, giving meaning to life.

But as the need for certainty is integral to his being, to his mathematical nature, a necessity without which he cannot act, he questions and searches for answers.

The story is set in Eastern Siberia, in the shadow of the Kolyma Range, and on Kamchatka Peninsula, where there are more brown bears than anyplace else in the world, plus upwards of 160 volcanoes, 29 of which are active.

Background: The Cambrian Explosion

"On The Brink Of Extinction" | Black & White Version

Koryak Family
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"The Superposed Self"

The boundary, or surface, of any figure of any dimension represents the limit of what may otherwise be considered unlimited [The two end-points of a one-dimensional line segment are its boundary, for instance.]. This limit acts to give definition to the unconditioned.

For example, the infinite 2-dimensional plane can have embedded in it a closed path of any imaginable design: a circle, a square, a pentagon, plus completely irregular shapes. When done, unlimited factored by limit [unlimited/limit] takes on a unique identity, in time and space.

A 3-dimensional solid ball or sphere is contained by its 2-dimensional curved surface or boundary. If we think of this ball as a collection of free-floating atoms or molecules, its surface, necessarily, is composed of these interior elements; nonetheless, it has an identity all its own by virtue of its special role as limiter, separating the inside from the out.

Increasing the dimension of the interior to the fourth, we can talk about, although not properly imagine, a 3-dimensional surface, a surface of a hypersphere of four dimensions. In this context, instead of free-floating molecules, we consider the homology group of all living things. We can define the individuality of these separate 3-D living objects by their boundaries, that which stands out from, or emerges from, the group of all possible cycles or waves of matter, their state of superposition. These cycles, or closed chains of vertices, give expression to the fourth dimension, wherein the elements of the class of all living things are essentially connected and undifferentiated.

A simplicial complex (to be defined later) may be thought of as the rational reflection of differentiated images perceived by the brain as it attempts to sort out its surroundings. This complex 'rests' on the surface of reality, mapping it, and this surface, or boundary, although of the underlying spacetime itself, nonetheless has a reality all its own, separating, as it does, interior from exterior.

Similarly, the boundary of all living things emerges transcendent and is itself, by nature, unbounded [as the 2-D surface of a 3-D ball is unbounded, being a boundary in its own right], part interior, without which it would have no being or manifestation, and part exterior, without which it would have no meaning or identity. It would thus seem to be a mixture, an alloy, a blending of immanence and transcendence and of being and non-being. A three-dimensional membrane of consciousness [the physical realm considered as the "densest medium"] 'enwrapping' a four-dimensional unconscious reality.

As grain in wood, the human being reflects or expresses this idea. We represent the same idealized pattern, the same archetype, indelibly etched into our cosmic genes. Our psyche functions through the tension effected by the interplay of the conscious/unconscious dichotomy. On the one hand, content fills the agent of order as raw material upwells from within. And on the other, Mind, enclosing and interpenetrating from without, filters through the interface separating individual conscious ego from universal unconscious reality, the great sea of creativity. By so doing, we consciousize the Unconscious as we identify with it.

The psyche comes from Deep Time, from the beginning--perhaps it originated with the Big Bang. It is an eidetic accumulator of impressions, stamped with the inner structure of the Void itself, bringing into manifestation the warp and woof of the cosmos.

It is my personal belief that all living things possess some degree or dimension of consciousness by virtue of being alive. It is woven into the fabric of the universe itself; in fact, the universe would not exist without it, and, therefore, all living things partake of it. It is fundamentally ingrained. At present, we really don't comprehend just what consciousness is. What has been written about it, though insightful, has been purely speculative. By way of comparison, we use what we know of life on Earth as the baseline and model to presume a priori that liquid water is an absolutely necessary ingredient for life. Justification of that assumption is based solely on very limited experience. Our definitions the terms and parameters of which we accept as dogma--like the Earth as the center of the solar system once was--need to be expanded.

I believe that in fifty to a hundred years from now it will be common knowledge that, at root, all living creatures--flora and fauna--manifest as a non-differentiable synthesis of immanent consciousness--by which they are animated and interconnected [entangled] with the universe, with self-organized matter, and with each other. Which begs the question: What role does consciousness play in the self-organized complexity of living things?

Length: If printed out on 8.5-by-11-inch paper, it would be approximately 100 pages.



"The Superposed Self" draws ideas and concepts from various mathematical fields, such as: Algebraic [or Combinatorial] Topology [Group Theory applied to the topology of polyhedra]; Linear Algebra [Transformations, represented by matrices, defining orientations on Vector Spaces]; and, acting as the overall frame, Modern Algebra [the study of Groups and other algebraic structures (ultimately the study of symmetry)].

The basic paradigm has to do with the recognition of a hierarchy of essential identities as being the result of a factoring process--whether of the physical realm or of the psychic--in the act of self-identity. Each factor --progressing as a geometric series towards increasing complexity--is stamped with a unique pattern--a kernel of identity--by its immediate parent structure in the act of factoring. The parent elements are thereby grouped together [essentially a re-grouping] according to the rule stipulated by the kernel. The effect is an identity-pattern that resonates through to the surface where it interfaces and interacts with its surroundings. However, the expression of this self/kernel is ultimately limited by what is possible.

The Composition Series
G = H0, H0/H1, H1/H2, H2/H3,..., Hn-1/Hn, Hn = {e} - the identity element;
Hnis the maximal normal subgroup of Hn-1 for all n,
and all factor groups are simple; that is, nondivisible and invariant.

Imagine a light shining through a window covered with a symmetrically organized collection of dots. The light maps these dots to a screen through a magical intervening filter (a linear transformation) that repositions the dots and places them into certain associations called equivalence classes--elements of the factor group. [Example]

Furthermore, as each identity (our filter from above) is a sub-symmetry contained within the pattern of the parent, an inheritance of form is transferred. Each kernel--identity element of the factor group--dictates how the dots are to associate, thereby reorchestrating the overall design of the parent in its own image, and in the process, establishing new initial conditions--a new parent--for the next phase transition.

Themes include: properties of pattern, relationship, and symmetry, with respect to perception, consciousness, and individual identity.

It is composed of three essays, each of which is a separate HTML document.

"The domain of species are invariant subsets and there are partitions of these sets that define genera, families, and so on, corresponding to hierarchically related invariant subsets."
From: How The Leopard Changed Its Spots, page 113, by Brian Goodwin.

The WORLD of

Captain Coary and the Space Rangers

Volume I: "Realm Of The Thought Beings"

    The radio crackled. Nearing the event horizon always played havoc with the bioelectronics. Captain Coary ordered all systems placed on stand-by; no sense listening to a maelstrom of distracting noise while trying to execute such an extremely sensitive maneuver. Even though he'd performed the feat many times, each had to be given total concentration as though it was the first.

Volume II: "Invasion Of The Dark Lord"

    The Council of Scientists was completely dissolved. Organizationally, it was a failure from the start. Meetings were held and the most influential members usually reigned supreme. Their opinons, speculations, and specified objectives held sway, even in the face of evidence and learned insight to the contrary and despite a majority of others who might argue for another agenda.

Volume III: "Time Eaters of Centaurus and the Dancing Twins"

    Originally, the Colonial Expeditionary Administration (CEA) was headquartered on Earth, naturally enough. An alliance was formed of those national governments possessing the technology and funding to proceed with the intiative. Old chronic grievances and animosities were brushed aside in the face of necessity; the survival of the human race was at stake.

Volume IV: "Day Of The Sarcophagus"

    They were patrolling between Xavier Prime and Zenobia within the Sagittarius Spur closest to the Hub. That area of space was a no-mans land; extra security to protect the burgeoning traffic was required. Traffic lanes between planets and moons, whether in the same star system or across open space to another, depended on their relative positions, of course.

Volume V: "Timequake At Planet Zero"

    Captain Coary was on leave and had invited Professor Samuelson for an afternoon sail on his lake and dinner. He was in town for a colloquium on planes of reality and the probability and nature of sentient beings existing in each. After the experience with the Thought Beings and those that lived between dimensions, it'd been a hot topic in the scientific community, and not soley for academic reasons, continued survival was at stake.

Bob, God of Rain

punished for hubris and laziness,
constrained to live the life of a mortal human,
he discovered something the gods had not anticipated,
something that made all the difference...

A long long time ago, Bob lived the life of a god. He'd been bound to Earth and responsible for rain to replenish the flora worldwide and especially the crops of the humans. But that wasn't what he wanted. He'd requested domination over the fires in the bowels of the Earth, volcanoes and rifts hundreds of miles long from which boiling lava poured, destroying cities, villages, forests, and people in an extravagant and spectacular display of godly rage and displeasure.


Derek didn't understand, not the underlying concepts or the operating principles. It was his first assignment. Although his training on the holographic simulator was thorough, it covered only the operation of the state-of-the-art mineral processing unit. He knew how to drive it, but as to how it worked he had not a clue.

The Adventures of Jethro, the Frog

Crashing Out: Chronicle of a Drifter

Inspired by the winter spent with reindeer herders in Eastern Siberia, I decided to parachute into the middle of the Amazon with only the clothes on my back, a pocket compass, a Swiss-army knife, a basic map, my passport, a pack of matches, and a toothbrush. A person can survive well enough on a diet of large insects, but legs and wings tend to get stuck in the teeth and can be a real discomfort.

The Story Of Donald

From the Great Library on the planet Xulcator
Keepers of all Knowledge and Legends in the Galaxy

[or at least they try to]

Stephen's Quest

Stephen Obelisk had been keeping diaries for years, all his adult life in fact. He believed that if he could just write down the precise words in the precise order, they would magically free him. But from what exactly he still hadn't put his finger on.

The Lost Scout

he ventured farther than ever before, his tribe was in need of food,
after a storm, the terrain changed and he became disoriented,
trying to find his way home, he discovered a world he didn't know existed...

Edgar was troubled. He sat on a moss-covered stone in the middle of his favorite glade. A brook nearby cascaded down three short waterfalls; the muffled sounds it made, as it tumbled over rocks and raced through narrow pathways, ranged the music scale. Fliers zipped to-and-fro hurriedly, busy with the day's work. Birds sang their morning songs. Life reverberated through the tiny clearing. But not for him, not this day. He laid his satchel of food and water down on the grass; he needed to think.

Time Thieves

a universe coming to the end of its life,
an effort underway to steal time from ours,
unknowingly, a man opens a portal between them...

A door slammed, he didn't flinch. The large house was dark, even with the afternoon light slanting in through the dusty, cobwebbed drapes. The family had moved out; ghosts, it was reported. It dominated a high hill overlooking a monastery halfway down. At the bottom of the long slope, where the land leveled off, sat an ancient cemetery, and about a quarter mile beyond was the main harbor where fishing boats tied up. It was a quiet town, not much out of the ordinary ever happened. Until this.

Anchors In Time

two scientists search for the source of time, for timelessness itself,
unaware that their attempt is destablizing the universe
and that they would enter a realm thay couldn't imagine...

Roger was depressed, sullen, had been for some time. His moody disposition had rendered him friendless. To his obsessed mind, his life was a tragedy. And now this: his TV remote needed batteries. He'd been warned. The 'remote battery low' message had been appearing on his screen constantly; for weeks, it seemed. But he held off. His cash was low and there were more important things to spend it on, like cigarettes and beer.

Welcome To Myrtleville

a small, easy-going town somewhere in America,
a relic that if used properly can bring the dominance of evil into the world,
and an alien agent with remarkable powers sent to prevent it...

It was a warm saturday morning in Myrtleville. The soda fountain at the drug store on Main street was doing a brisk business. Franklin's Hardwares was running a sale on grass seed; well-kept lawns were the pride and joy of the community. Sherman's groceries was out of hamburger buns; with July 4th coming up, it was the talk of the town. Tammy's bar already had a few regulars, talking about baseball and arguing over who was the best mechanic in town. A few were warming up the pool table, it was going to be a hot afternoon and they wanted to be sharp.


In the year 1859, Charles Darwin published Origin of Species; a few years earlier, 1856 to be precise, Neanderthals were discovered in a valley of the same name near Mettmann in what is now North Rhine-Westphalia, Germany. Each of these major steps forward in understanding corroborated the other and presented the world with a new, revolutionary perspective on what it meant to be human.

White Noise

the universe is splitting apart, tearing along a jagged edge of spacetime,
the shock wave radiates across the galaxies leaving devastation in its wake,
two scientists on Earth, with the help of a being from another realm,
are determined to stop it before it reaches the Milky Way...

Discordance marked its passage, a vast expanse of formless emptiness lay strewn in its wake, the very space around it dissolved into chaos and harsh white noise. The crack raced along the jagged fault line, increasing in speed as it tore through the fabric of spacetime. Even as the universe was increasing in volume, it was splitting in half. What had given birth to space and time was going through a transformation, an emergence into a new form. Galaxies and clusters were in its path; the closer to the fracture, the more forceful and destructive. The shearing sound reverberated across the universe, ripples of memories undulating ever outward.

Crystal Rendezvous: Part I

It was a quiet sunday morning in the woods, his woods. Summer was on the wane, late August, but the air, though chill, smelled fresh and welcoming. Overnight clouds were slowly dissipating, revealing breaks of blue. His cat, Mariah, had already taken off for the day's adventures, sneaking through the patchwork of tunnels she'd made in the high, thick grass. Stealthy, alert, excited. He'd see her when she came looking for pets and attention, and, of course, food. Oftentimes, she would hang out with him; they were close and cared for one another.

Crystal Rendezvous: Part II

It took a few days to get his head around his experience, days he insisted on solitude with Mariah, his cat. He would be convinced he'd been only dreaming if it weren't for Nalina's crystal goblet. He couldn't guess how it got there, on his table. His rational mind suggested that during the course of some drunk, he found it, pocketed it, then dumped it on the table with his change, forgetting having done so entirely. But when he looked at it, took it out of its box and held it gently in his hand, it all came back to him. If it had been a dream, he asked himself, why wouldn't it just evaporate, at least the details, like all other dreams?

Crystal Rendezvous: Parts I & II

Clover's Secret

At the onset of the 23rd century, it was discovered that insects (Kingdom Animalia, Phylum Arthropoda, Subphylum Hexapoda, Class Insecta) could dream. It'd already been established that they were capable of experiencing the whole gamut of emotions that humans were, albeit modified and tuned to particular species. Moreover, some of the more ancient ones like dragonflies experienced emotions that have no counterpart in the consciousness of humanity. Correspondingly, their dreams vibrated with color and complex emotional interactions and relationships for which we have no explanation.

Magic 101

when we think we know it all,
along comes a teacher...

Fendal had been in this predicament before. It was his own fault, he knew. Long ago in his younger aspiration days, prior to his ascendency, he'd gotten lost in between. It was only by sheer luck that he reached his destination. But that was then, when he was a novitiate in the art of plane jumping. Others refer to it as phasing and mind morphing. Officially, it was called Cross-Dimensional Transcription (CDT).


a lost ship in need of repairs forced to land on an alien planet,
a planet without life, yet full of growing things,
a planet with a secret no one could have imagined...

The Space Fleet transport ship Enigma, contracted to the Froebinus Environmental Institute, was ferrying a team of enviroscientists to a potentially earth-like planet in the near Sagittarius Arm. It was routine business. But as they altered course at a prescribed waypoint, the entire ship shuddered violently, then shifted in and out of phase with hard matter. Abruptly, they emerged from quantum space into ordinary spacetime in the middle of an asteroid field. Their attempt to reenter quantum space failed; the gluon-field capacitor was malfunctioning. Taking a few lumps along the way, they managed to escape the worst of it. A planet loomed ahead. Needing repairs and a place to stop to reorient themselves, they scanned it for acceptable parameters.

Horizon's Promise

terraforming on a lifeless alien planet on the edge of humanity's expansion,
androids out of control seeking to know what it means to be alive,
and a man who can unravel the mystery, a man trying to begin a new life...

Jonathan Xavier Blakely was given an opportunity to get out, all the way out, and decided to take it. His wife had passed away two years earlier, they had no children. Depressed, his work suffered, he only had one paper published in all that time, in a second-rate journal to boot. For a scientist of his caliber and renown, that was unacceptable. He was a major contributor, 20 years ago, to the theory of neural network entanglement. It fostered an evolutionary and exponenential leap in the processing capabilities of the android brain.

Inner Space

an approaching black hole threatening annihilation,
a shamanic scientist who believes he can stop it,
and a researcher from another plane of reality who just happens to be in the neighborhood...

It was imperative. He sought the solution to a problem that would save everyone; he believed it existed, but nowhere could he find it amongst the known and familar thoughts and ideas populating his mind. It had to be outside of it, or at least outside of what had formed into rigid and fixed ideas. A new arrangement, a never-before seen pattern, emerging and coalescing into clarity itself.

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