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First the poem, then my commentary as well as a couple of other analyses. 

O Me! O Life!
Walt Whitman


Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring,
Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish,
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew’d,
Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me,
Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined,
The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?

Answer.
That you are here—that life exists and identity,
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.

- Walt Whitman

Whitman Confirms The purpose of life is to sing

It was not me who created this song. I am just adding a verse to it. There are so many recurring entities -people.  Most of them are faithless and foolish. Of them, the most faithless and foolish is singer himself, Whitman himself. All of them have so many questions that arise from life.  All of them crave their own light, which they think is important. All of them struggle and plod amongst each other in crowds. What good are these questions and struggles? What makes this life worth living is that we can fulfill a purpose. Each person gets an identity for this purpose.  And each of these identities can then contribute a verse to the universal song. Each of us is a verse contributing to the song that is the universe. The purpose of life is indeed to sing!

Reminds me of Guru Arjan's Saranjaam Laag:


 

Oh me! Oh life! - A reading by interestingliterature.com

https://interestingliterature.com/

One of the shortest of Walt Whitman’s great poems, ‘O Me! O Life!’ was featured in the 1989 film Dead Poets Society: Robin Williams’s character recites it to his class. ‘O Me! O Life!’ contains many of the features of Walt Whitman’s greatest poetry: the free verse rhythm, the alternation between long and short lines, the rhetorical (or not-so-rhetorical?) questions, the focus on the self. Before we offer a fuller analysis of the poem, here’s a reminder of ‘O Me! O Life!’.

O Me! O Life!


Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring,
Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish,
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew’d,
Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me,
Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined,
The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?

Answer.
That you are here—that life exists and identity,
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.

In summary, ‘O Me! O Life!’ sees Whitman despairing about life, but also, by association, about himself. Whitman was among the most generous-spirited poets of the nineteenth century, and his work shows a refusal to see himself as superior to, or separate from, the world around him. ‘O Me! O Life!’ is an excellent (short) demonstration of this abundance of self-awareness.

Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring,
Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish,
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)


In his pioneeringly exuberant and Psalmic free-verse style, Whitman begins by lamenting the various causes for perplexity that he has: the many faithless people (both those without a faith in something, and those who one cannot have faith in, i.e. the unfaithful, liars and cheats?), the cities full of foolish people, and even himself – he perplexes and worries himself because he is always chastising himself for being one of the foolish and faithless, and indeed, one of the worst offenders…

Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew’d,
Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me,

More attention to the crowd here, the city filled with people, just going through their daily routine (‘plodding’) and low, immoral, and dirty lives they lead (‘sordid’). Life, in summary, is a vain struggle.

Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined,
The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?

Is Whitman alluding to retirement in his reference to ‘the empty and useless years of the rest’ – i.e. the ‘rest’ or remainder of one’s life when one has left the bustling crowds, and the ‘plodding’ world of work? Of course, retirement is also a ‘rest’ of another sort. But no: ‘rest’ predominantly refers to the ‘rest’ of the population – those who don’t work and aren’t part of the crowd, or even perhaps, part of a functioning society.


 Answer.
That you are here—that life exists and identity,
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.

Whitman ends ‘O Me! O Life!’ with a defiant and jubilant answer: the worth of life lies precisely in life: in the fact that we are here, alive, and have the chance to contribute in some small way to the sum of human endeavour and happiness. For Whitman, he can contribute a ‘verse’ to the world, but ‘verse’ here can be taken as a metaphor for any small contribution made to the world: a painting, a piece of music, being a good teacher of young minds, helping others.

Oh me! Oh life! - A reading by gradesaver.com


Whitman writes in his signature free verse with very little formal structure and no rhyme scheme. There are two stanzas: the first one has seven lines, and the second, starting with the simple first line "Answer" contains three lines. In the first stanza, Whitman employs anaphora, repeating the word "of" at the beginning of each line. This repetition puts the reader inside the speaker's head so he or she can experience the poem as a stream of consciousness. The title, "O me! O life!" actually summarizes the poet's entire conflict: he questions his own purpose (O me!) and wonders why life can be so cruel (O life!).

The "question" and "answer" format of the poem allows for Whitman to make an unusual and unexpected choice. While readers might expect the poem to be a sorrowful lament (as many poems are), the poet answers his own question. Whitman uses the second stanza's "Answer" as a way of expressing his own perspective on the meaning of life. He imparts his belief that human life is sacred, and that human beings must appreciate what they have. Although this poem starts out with an eternally elusive question, Whitman chooses to combat his own feelings of helplessness and futility by offering an answer. Instead of letting his lament linger, he uses the opportunity to remind readers (and himself) that the purpose of life is to live.

Whitman chooses specific images to represent hopelessness in this poem. Both "trains of the faithless" and "cities fill'd with the foolish" evoke the themes of modernization and industrialization. The 1800s were full of new innovations that modernized society, so Whitman was writing against the backdrop of a rapidly changing world. He acknowledges that in the context of rapid development and human achievement, it is easy for human beings to feel useless, inadequate, and ultimately, disappointed with their lives. Whitman admits to feeling this way himself - in fact, his lack of condescension here makes his work highly relatable. He does not offer instructions to fix the problem, but rather, he asks his reader to stop and realize that he or she is contributing to humanity simply by being alive.

Whitman chooses a powerful metaphor in the last line that is essential to understanding the poem. He refers to civilization as "powerful play," and insists that each person will "contribute a verse." In this image, Whitman is able to communicate his democratic beliefs (as each person contributes equally) as well as emphasize the importance of art and human expression. This concrete metaphor also allows Whitman to ground his existential philosophy in a relatable context.


He put the Belt around my life—
I heard the Buckle snap—
And turned away, imperial,
My Lifetime folding up—
Deliberate, as a Duke would do
A Kingdom's Title Deed—
Henceforth—a Dedicated sort—
A Member of the Cloud—

Yet not too far to come at call—
And do the little Toils
That make the Circuit of the Rest—
And deal occasional smiles
To lives that stoop to notice mine—
And kindly ask it in—
Whose invitation, know you not
For Whom I must decline?

- Emily Dickinson



The supreme giver of the creative powers gives me my purpose, and he holds me to it. He holds me in my place as if it were belt with its buckle snapped. I am such enslaved by the master. The activities of my life are constrained to my gift. Even though I might appear near these earthly beings, I have become a dedicated member of a higher realm, an ethereal member of the cloud. 

When the giver of the creative power remains imperial and turns away, why do other people care what I do with them. These other people do their little toils and want me to be a part of their circuit. They invite me into their realms. But all I have for them is a non-committal smile. 

Don't get me wrong. I am thankful for their kindness. For allegedly stooping down to notice my lowly existence. But they don't know me. They don't know my stratospheric flight of creativity. And they don't know wherefrom this comes from. I must decline their invitations.

The world wants to force their circuits upon me. But I must resist. I must realize that I am a member of the cloud. And I must realize that I am entitled to be there from the imperial creator. I am entitled to write my poems, to sing my songs. I am not to be the slave of any one else. It is absolutely OK for me to remain a member of the cloud.

The purpose of life is to sing!

People with a higher sense of purpose live longer and happier ... 

https://www.psychologicalscience.org/news/minds-business/a-meaningful-job-linked-to-higher-income-and-a-longer-life.html#.WROJWlPytE4

A Meaningful Job Linked to Higher Income and a Longer Life

Throughout the 1970s, the oral historian Studs Terkel traveled the country interviewing dozens of regular people about their jobs. After interviewing everyone from telephone operators to strip miners for his book Working, Turkel concluded: “Work is about a search for daily meaning as well as daily bread, for recognition as well as cash, for astonishment rather than torpor…” As Terkel saw it, most of us “have jobs that are too small for our spirit” – that is, a good job is about more than a steady paycheck.

Surveys show that a sense of meaning or purpose is often rated as one of the most desirable qualities in a job, sometimes even topping perks like a higher salary. Research has also linked a strong sense of purpose or meaning to a multitude of positive outcomes, ranging from a longer life to a bigger bank account.

In a 2014 study published in Psychological Science, researchers Patrick L. Hill (Carleton University) and Nicholas A. Turiano (West Virginia University) analyzed data collected from over 6,000 people as part of the longitudinal Midlife in the United States (MIDUS) study. As part of this questionnaire, participants answered questions gauging their sense of purpose in life (e.g., “Some people wander aimlessly through life, but I am not one of them”), as well as questions that gauged other psychosocial variables, including the experience of positive and negative emotions.

Fourteen years after the initial survey, approximately 570 of the original participants had died (about 9% of the sample). Interestingly, those who had self-rated themselves as having a high sense of purpose were more likely to have survived. Even after controlling for other markers of psychological and affective well-being, the results of the analysis showed that purposeful individuals outlived their more aimless peers.

“Our findings point to the fact that finding a direction for life, and setting overarching goals for what you want to achieve can help you actually live longer, regardless of when you find your purpose,” Hill said in a statement. “These findings suggest that there’s something unique about finding a purpose that seems to be leading to greater longevity.”

But feeling a sense of meaning in life, and in work specifically, isn’t just good for our health, it may also be good for our wallets. In a new study, Hill and Turiano found that a sense of purpose not only buffered against mortality, it also predicted financial success.

“Studies show that purpose correlates positively with more expansive future time perspectives and with a greater sense that their time is being used effectively to fulfill downstream goals,” Hill, Turiano, and colleagues write in the Journal of Research in Personality. “As such, purposeful people may be more likely to save money or make investments that support downstream goals, and not squander resources based on impulsive decisions.”

As in the previous study, the research team analyzed data collected from MIDUS. This time, the research team also analyzed self-report measures on income and net worth. Respondents were asked about their wages over the past year, their spouse’s earnings, government assistance, stocks and bonds, savings, real estate, vehicles, and debts.

The median net worth in 1995 was $32,500. Around 9 years later, when the second wave of the survey was conducted, the median net worth had risen to $137,700 in 1995 dollars.

Again, more purposeful people came out ahead of their peers; a one standard deviation increase in purpose was associated with an “increase of $4,461 in income and $20,857 in net worth over time, even controlling for the other variables.”

Exactly why purposeful individuals gained an economic edge was unclear. People who started out with a higher sense of purpose had higher levels of household income and net worth initially, and were also more likely to increase this wealth over the nine years between assessments.

“For one, if purposeful individuals tend to be physically and psychologically healthier, they will incur fewer health care costs and miss work less frequently,” the researchers explain. “Purposeful individuals also may be more focused on their occupational objectives, as one study suggested that individuals who rated occupational goals as more important during the transition to adulthood reported a greater sense of purpose in adulthood. If so, purposeful individuals may strive toward occupational success, which would likely increase personal income.”
I'm currently enjoying listening to and meditating upong one of my favorite shabads. This shabad was written by the 9th Guru, Guru Tegh Bahadur. I am convinced that this shabad, along with meditation, has had a profound effect on me. It helped me comprehend the true meaning of life. According to this shabad, the purpose of life is to sing, and each individual has their own unique song to sing. Some express themselves through art, poetry, others through business, and some through music. The key is to find your song and sing it with all your heart. The closer you are to your true calling, the happier and more successful your life will be.


 

Guru Tegh Bahadur and the Purpose of Life

One of the most important teachings of Guru Tegh Bahadur is that life is an illusion. This teaching is based on the concept of Maya, which refers to the transient nature of the physical world. According to this belief, the world is a mere illusion, and our senses deceive us into believing that it is real. The physical world that we experience is only a temporary manifestation of the universal energy, and our true selves are not defined by our physical bodies or material possessions.
The wealth that I thought was my own, was taken away from me in an instant. - Guru Tegh Bahadur 
Guru Tegh Bahadur taught that people should not be attached to material possessions or worldly pleasures as they are transitory and ultimately meaningless. Instead, he urged his followers to seek a deeper understanding of the divine and to live a life of spiritual fulfillment. He emphasized the importance of meditation and contemplation to develop a deeper connection with the divine and to transcend the illusions of the material world.

The teaching that life is an illusion is also closely related to the Sikh concept of Hukam, which refers to the divine order or universal will. Sikhs believe that everything that happens in the world is a manifestation of Hukam, and it is the divine will that governs the universe. By recognizing the illusionary nature of the physical world and submitting to the will of the divine, Sikhs seek to live a life of harmony and spiritual fulfillment.

Success and True Wealth

Guru Tegh Bahadur's teaching that life is an illusion emphasizes the transient nature of the physical world and urges people to seek a deeper understanding of the divine to live a life of spiritual fulfillment. It is a reminder that material possessions and worldly pleasures are ultimately meaningless, and the true purpose of life lies in the pursuit of spiritual growth and enlightenment.

When you recognize that what you perceive is an illusion and that you are the creator of that illusion, you can derive greater enjoyment. Those who pursue success often measure it solely by acquiring possessions that are ultimately fleeting. While attaining material success is important to avoid fixating on it, it is only one aspect of true success. 

Genuine success encompasses several factors, including increasing happiness, exhibiting love and compassion, experiencing innate joy, and sharing it with others. It also entails having a sense of purpose and meaning in life, as well as making steady progress towards worthwhile goals, which can include acquiring material possessions. When these become the only markers of success, people can fall victim to modern ailments like hypertension and heart disease due to a narrow definition of success. 

True poverty only arises from spiritual poverty, which results in an inability to succeed. One can be wealthy but still poor if they only think about money. Wealth and poverty are subjective states of mind.
The song I came to sing!
- Rabindranath Tagore
The song that I came to sing remains unsung to this day.
I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument.
The time has not come true, the words have not been rightly set;
only there is the agony of wishing in my heart.
The blossom has not opened; only the wind is sighing by.
I have not seen his face, nor have I listened to his voice;
only I have heard his gentle footsteps from the road before my house.
The livelong day has passed in spreading his seat on the floor;
but the lamp has not been lit and I cannot ask him into my house.
I live in the hope of meeting with him; but this meeting is not yet.

-Rabindranath Tagore in the Gitanjali


Commentary by Sudhir Krishnan

Each one of us has a purpose in our life that we have come to fulfill
That purpose is the song in our heart that we have come here to sing
We spend so much time in trying to understand what it is
Yet like the bud, many of us have to opened up to it yet
Sometimes life throws subtle hints at what it could be
and we may spend much time preparing for the day we truly align with it
Blessed are those whose inner light has been lit
for they are truly singing the song they came here to sing.

A Thousand Mornings

I go down to the shore in the morning
and depending on the hour the waves
are rolling in or moving out, and I say, oh, I am miserable,
what shall -
what should I do? And the sea says
in its lovely voice
excuse me, I have work to do.

- Mary Oliver
  


When the poet
went to talk to the sea
and shared with her all his miseries

He realized that 
it was he who would 
have to take the first step. 

No one else 
would begin
for him. 

And hardly anyone
would listen to this music.
And everyone seems busy in their own world. 

Even the vast sea 
has his own song to sing. 
The seeker needs to sing his song 
for himself. No one else helps. 

Not even the vast sea.  
It has its own song to sing.  

The seeker knows
the love of this world
is false. Sing away to swim across!
Why do I write?

I write because to write a new sentence, let alone a new poem, is to cross the threshold into both a larger existence and a profound mystery. A thought was not there, then it is. An image, a story, an idea about what it is to be human, did not exist, then it does. With every new poem, an emotion new to the heart, to the world, speaks itself into being. Any new metaphor is a telescope, a canoe in rapids, an MRI machine. And like that MRI machine, sometimes its looking is accompanied by an awful banging. To write can be frightening as well as magnetic. You don't know what will happen when you throw open your windows and doors.

To write a new sentence, let alone a new poem, is to cross the threshold into both a larger existence and a profound mystery.
Why write? You might as well ask a fish, why swim, ask an apple tree, why make apples? The eye wants to look, the ear wants to hear, the heart wants to feel more than it thought it could bear...

The writer, when she or he cannot write, is a person outside the gates of her own being. Not long ago, I stood like that for months, disbarred from myself. Then, one sentence arrived; another. And I? I was a woman in love. For that also is what writing is. Every sentence that comes for a writer when actually writing—however imperfect, however inadequate—every sentence is a love poem to this world and to our good luck at being here, alive, in it.
Saranjaam Laag - On Our Purpose on Earth


Life opens itself up to us, revealing a remarkable beauty that is woven from fleeting moments, gracing our journey on this Earth. With each passing day and every breath we take, the undeniable value of the time we have becomes more evident. Amidst the transience of our existence, we are faced with the challenge of how to engrave our experiences into the pages of history, allowing them to be shared and cherished by generations that follow.

In contemplating this, we find ourselves pondering the ultimate purpose that underlies our presence in this vast cosmos. Could it be anything other than to capture the essence of our voyage, preserving it for posterity as a testament to the depth and beauty of the human saga? As we explore this notion, it becomes clear that artists occupy a unique vantage point in unraveling this mystery – be they poets, musicians, painters, or any of the myriad channels of creative expression.

US poet laureate Robert Hass eloquently delineated the philosophy of his dear friend and mentor, Czeslaw Milosz, illuminating the profound connection between art and memory. "If art doesn't somehow preserve our memory of the gift of life on Earth we have lost," Hass mused, encapsulating the role of artistic expression as a vessel for encapsulating our existence and emotions, safeguarding them from the relentless march of time.

For me, personally, this purpose finds its expression in the world of music and songwriting. Each melody and verse I create serves as a custodian of memories that shape our shared humanity. Through these compositions, I strive to capture the fleeting instances of unity and interconnectedness that arise during our journey. These songs, in turn, act as guides, leading both myself and others towards a deeper connection with the world around us.

Consequently, I firmly believe that the act of singing embodies the true essence of life. To sing is to distill the multifaceted nature of existence into a harmonious expression that transcends language and time. It is a celebration of life, an acknowledgment of the splendor inherent in every moment we spend on this planet. 

Every moment spent singing infuses my moments with meaning, elevating them to echoes that reverberate across the ages. By embracing this purpose, I seize the opportunity to extract the maximum value from the extraordinary gift of life that we've been bestowed – a life filled with potential, significance, and the invitation to fill it with melodies that will resonate throughout time. By embracing this purpose I win.  

Text of PBS Interview with Robert Hass 

I extracted this from an interview he did with PBS. I was reading this blog again in 2023 and it seems PBS has removed the video and text interview from their website.  So I am glad I saved the text. Here it goes: 

JEFFREY BROWN: There were actually two winners in the poetry category this year. Philip Schultz won for his book "Failure" and Robert Hass for his book "Time and Materials," which also won the National Book Award.

Hass is a noted translator and teacher at the University of California at Berkeley. He served as poet laureate for two years in the mid-'90s, the last time he joined us on this program.

So I can say welcome back, and congratulations to you.

ROBERT HASS, Poet: Thank you, Jeff, very much.

JEFFREY BROWN: I think I'm right that many of these poems in this collection were written at a time when you had various public roles.

ROBERT HASS: That's right.

JEFFREY BROWN: Laureate, you were writing a column, doing various things. So what did these poems represent for you?

ROBERT HASS: Well, I don't know what they represented, but they were a way of checking in with myself, inside that life, that is, I could be -- you know, I could be on a train heading from New York to some place in New Jersey, and see the lights burning out over the grasslands, and say to myself, "Secret, there's fire out over the grasslands."

It was a way of -- if lines came to me, it was like checking in with myself. "You still there?" "Yes, I'm still there."

JEFFREY BROWN: Checking in with yourself while you're living this public life, talking up poetry to the world.

ROBERT HASS: Yes. Yes.


The problem of describing trees
JEFFREY BROWN: There's a poem early on here that maybe you could read for us, because it gets at a lot of different themes that you write about. Could you read that for us? It's called "The Problem of Describing Trees."

ROBERT HASS: "The Problem of Describing Trees." So I think another thing that happened because of this distraction hiatus is that, when you return to the materials of the art, there's a thing of, what kind of an instrument is this that you were doing?

JEFFREY BROWN: Poetry?

ROBERT HASS: Yes, what are you doing with it? So this is "The Problem of Describing Trees."

The aspen glitters in the wind.
And that delights us.
The leaf flutters, turning,
Because that motion in the heat of August
Protects its cells from drying out. Likewise the leaf
Of the cottonwood.
The gene pool threw up a wobbly stem
And the tree danced. No.
The tree capitalized.
No. There are limits to saying,
In language, what the tree did.
It is good sometimes for poetry to disenchant us.
Dance with me, dancer. Oh, I will.
Mountains, sky,
The aspens doing something in the wind.

JEFFREY BROWN: Now, the line, "There are limits to saying in language what the tree did."

ROBERT HASS: Yes. Limits of saying anything

JEFFREY BROWN: By implication, there are limits to say anything.

ROBERT HASS: Yes. I mean, there are two ways of saying this -- or there are a million ways of saying this. One way is to say what Wittgenstein said, language philosophy in the early 20th century, "The limits of my language are the limits of my world," which I don't think is quite true.

And the other is to say what Ed Wilson, the environmentalist and entomologist, biogeographer said, which is that every species lives in its own sensory world and, at some point, it dawns on you that you just -- we don't have a language for what would be the experience of a tree or, for that matter, a fox or a robin. So...

JEFFREY BROWN: So much of your work is about trying to examine or describe things like that. And I think I can understand the problem of finding the right words or any words.

But what I am not sure I understand -- and maybe this is what distinguishes poets from the rest of us -- is, why the need to describe trees? What is the burden on you that you must come up with a way to describe the world?

ROBERT HASS: My mind goes straight to my dear friend and mentor, Czeslaw Milosz, who...

JEFFREY BROWN: Great poet.

ROBERT HASS: ... great poet, and he was born in Lithuania in 1911. And he lived through much of the worst violence of the 20th century in Europe. He lost so much that I know -- I came to understand about him.

One of his poems begins, "Reality, what is it in words?" I came to understand about him that he'd lost so much that he felt like everything he didn't get down -- if he didn't get it down, nothingness won, you know?

JEFFREY BROWN: If he didn't get it down into a poem...

ROBERT HASS: Yes, nothingness won. He had this sense that, if art doesn't somehow preserve our memory of the gift of life on Earth we've lost, so something like that.


On teaching and translating poetry
JEFFREY BROWN: Is that -- and you're well known as a translator of his works and others, a teacher and a poet. Is that how you have come through the years to see what the work of a poet is?

ROBERT HASS: Yes, it's somehow -- yes, I have to say, also, the work of teaching poetry. I feel like I get to pass onto people, you know, what Emily Dickinson said it was like to be alive on a winter afternoon in New England in the middle of the 19th century, you know?

I get to say there's a certain slant of light winter afternoons that oppresses, like Whitman's lines about summer grasses in New York State.

Yes, I do. I do have that feeling, that that's one of the things the art can do, is just say, "I was here. I was alive. Here's what it was like for me to be alive." It's a poem I've translated by Basho, the Japanese poet, that just -- a haiku that just goes, "Deep autumn, my neighbor. How does he live, I wonder?"

JEFFREY BROWN: "How does he live, I wonder?"

ROBERT HASS: "I wonder?" Terrific old poem that just ends with this interrogative in Japanese. And one of the places you can find an answer to that question is in poetry and in music and in art. It's where we say to each other, "This is what it's like to be alive."

JEFFREY BROWN: All right, Robert Hass, congratulations to you, and it's nice to talk to you again.

ROBERT HASS: Thanks. Thanks very much, Jeff. Nice to see you.

JUDY WOODRUFF: You can hear Robert Hass read more poems and ask him your own questions in our online Insider Forum by visiting our Web site at PBS.org.
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