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What Price Knowledge?

Cap't Bob guides the discussion at a previous meeting.

Cap’t Bob guides the discussion at a previous meeting.

Originally posted 1/13/2013

As I mentioned at Thanksgiving, there’s a group of campers, the vast majority full-timers, who’ve gathered together for camraderie, friendships, and knowledge. Nearly all of these folks make me appear to be Mr. Luxo Tubby in my 26′ travel trailer, because most dwell in vehicles ranging from class-C motorhomes, to smaller travel trailers, to converted small cargo trailers, to converted vans. They’re more than willing to trade a lifestyle based on affluence and comfort for one of freedom of choice. That’s a vast simplification of course, but each person I talk to has a depth of presence and satisfaction that’s hard to find anywhere else. Most folks are waiting and planning for the day that they might be able to do what they like, and perhaps experience living rather than merely putting in time for the day when they can. There’s a sense of joy and enthusiasm in this bunch, even among those whose  Read more…

Diet is a Four Letter Word

Oh, don't say the D-word!

Oh, don’t say the D-word!

Originally posted 12/31/2012

Diet! The very word creates a sneering disdain. But, I have recently found that I need to avoid certain common and basic staples, some so basic that finding out what else to put in their place is a challenge. Food and meal prep aren’t things that I enjoy spending a lot of time researching and implementing, but it must be done in some way that’s workable for me.

Before I left civilization, I had been very impressed by the science and research behind the film Forks Over Knives. I pulled it down from Netflix, and it underscored and/or explained some issues for me. I have detected the early warning alarms on several issues, and it was long past time for me to stop eating meals centered on big steaks and heavy sauces. I have been heading for an unfortunate “health incident”, and I decided that I needed to change from being a hapless, ignorant victim to being a more educated, proactive ignoramus.

My old-school doctor had  Read more…

Uhhh, Happy Holidays!

"We who bring you the light refreshment your way, wish you the most light-hearted of Holidays."

“We who bring you the light refreshment your way, wish you the most light-hearted of Holidays.”

Originally posted 12/24/2012

Besides crass, opportunistic commercialism, the above ad also brings home the value of a good illustrator. They can take a bizarre concept and make it appealing, at least visually.
“See, J.O., it’s gonna show this young couple and she’s in front of a mirror puttin’ on a hat that looks like a Christmas tree, see…”
“And how’s that going to help us take market share away from Coke? They got that damned Santa thing locked up!”
“Don’t worry about a thing. It’s Christmas and parties – everybody loves that – and we’ll tie it up tight in the copy. You’ll see.”
“A hat that looks like a Christmas tree sounds like it’s going to look stupid, Frank.”
“Bob over at Hewitt says they can make it killer. Got Stan Tedler on it right now. Did all the Tiffany and Cadillac stuff. We’ll have the concept sketch here Thursday, with copy. You’re gonna love it, J.O., I’m tellin’ ya.”

When was the last time you noticed an illustrated ad of this quality – or any illustration art work at all? Too bad That’s Obsolete!

You know, Christmas, as an observance of God’s incarnation into mortal flesh, has pretty much been flushed down the crapper in the time since it was started, and I don’t just mean the commercialized hijacking of it starting in the mid-1800s. No small part of the original problem is that the Christmas date has been selected from one of many pure speculations. The date that God incarnated into human form, was not recorded – and I believe there’s a message in its absence, even an intentionality about it.

A date is desirable when you expect to be won over to a new system of belief. Who, what, when, where and why can serve as validation points for any religion or philosophy. But Christ did not appear in order to establish a new religion. In fact, he was in complete opposition to both religion and religious people. Religion (including Science) tends to set a ladder of sorts into place to try to lift man toward God’s level, set judgment in place of tolerance and mercy, encourage war, and emphasize size and “success” at the expense of transparency and honesty. Sounds like politics too, doesn’t it? That’s why they tend to get intertwined.

Yet, there is still something in most people that compels them to suspect that there is more significance to life than breathing for a while, and then not. There may be an uncertain wondering about spirituality, some plane of existence that cannot be seen and is beyond the physical senses. Or maybe not. You might get a detention or be suspended from school if you’re caught praying or even looking like you might possibly be praying, but there’s no less interest in spirituality now that Christianity as a religion has become Politically Incorrect. Religion is that man-made work of searching for God “however you may choose to perceive him”.

In contrast, Christ is the work of God, being God’s outreach for man, in a manner of speaking. Jesus announced freedom from the shackles of religion, and called the hardest working and most successful of its adherents whores, vipers and hypocrites. Hardly something Dale Carnegie and How to Win Friends and Influence People would advise! He also had the brass to state to his followers that, without faith in Him, one would never be able to stand before God. That alienates a multitude of people today who see that as intolerant and exclusionary. It is exclusionary. The Politically Correct view is that there are many paths to God, or no path, or no God. Whatever. Just don’t mention it during the graduation ceremony.

But Jesus’ extraordinary claim is right in line with His prophesied purpose in being here, living the way He did and departing the way He did. It was a purpose and a task that only He was qualified to accomplish successfully, and it needed to be accomplished for mankind’s sake, not His own. That was exclusionary too, and He didn’t do it to win popularity. He did it solely for our benefit. His purpose was to make it possible for anyone at all to have a personal relationship with God by accepting an extraordinary gift that no one could pay the price for but Him.

Normal folk naturally tend to shy away from any deity who demands perfection as the standard to be able to come into his presence, and a sacrifice of blood and life to compensate for imperfection. Wow! Sounds pretty primitive, and we have the free will and the option to reject the whole thing. We are given the freedom to choose what we will believe. The Bible itself says that the whole concept of the existence of such a God and His provision for a relationship with Him will, to the purely rational mind, appear like utter foolishness. That’s why religious “documentaries” purveyed in media sources like The History Channel describe the Bible as a motley collection of tales and myths, and the Messiah as a great speaker with a lot of skeletons in the closet. After all, who could actually believe such a construct?

So, in one form or another, we put together our own reality, one which often hinges on an ability to create our own final destiny, even if that destiny resembles oblivion. Most people are innately equipped with a conscience, a faint suspicion that there is something out there greater than ourselves, a desire for justice, and a working sense of logic. Some say that if there is no god, we would feel the need to invent him. It’s in our DNA. That’s where religion comes in, man’s search for a god, or even to become one. Movies of the past pushed the idea that we must try hard and earn our “angel’s wings”, and more contemporary ones continue this line with the thought that we earn our final destinations, good or bad. Meanwhile, Science washes its hands of the whole thing and tries to answer the Big Questions through ever-changing theory and speculation.

The date of Christ’s birth is not only unimportant, but I contend that pasting one up there on a calendar is counterproductive. Humanity has a habit of reducing momentous events into one more excuse to party, but that’s what you get when you want to build a big, influential institution by whatever means necessary. Organize, catalog, establish procedures and hierarchy and rituals, and get out there and sign up some converts – by whatever means necessary, if necessary. Competing religions got festivals and traditions? Make them yours in order to win ’em over. Take advantage of people’s need to belong to a dominant social group, quell the dissension, dominate the debates, win the wars. Success = control. True Christianity is entirely different.

In my experience, faith in Christ is not effectively approached solely by logic, reason, feel-good semantics, dogma, or anything else that religion hangs upon. Man’s vaunted powers of intellect are really not all they’re cracked up to be anyway, and sole reliance on intellect can make you wind up in some pretty unfortunate places. Unlike the vacuum cleaner salesman at your doorstep, no one can really talk you into accepting a heartfelt faith in Christ, in spite of the eyewitness accounts and increasingly discovered historical accuracy. They can only convince you to check out what they are saying for yourself, or perhaps to join a movement that they are a part of. At it’s core, faith in Christ is not a religion at all. It is Life itself. It’s a quiet one-on-one relationship with the Being that created you and knows you better than yourself, a relationship without any intermediaries, multiplied an unknown number of times. Not a soul earns what Christ offers, or can deserve it more than anyone else. There is only a yes/no standard of performance that not only can’t be accomplished, but can’t be perceived in any meaningful way. There are no credits, compensations, or points back. In the Book of Luke, when one man asked, “How then can we be saved?” Jesus answered, “What is impossible for man is possible for God.” Providing a means of forgiveness is God’s work. Such salvation is a gift, provided at the asking. Gaining the faith to come to Christ is largely experiential, not a formulaic or logical process. It is a matter of the heart, voiced by the mind. What is referred to as the Holy Spirit must pave the way inside us first, individually. But, I will interject here that while faith and God’s grace are entirely free and aren’t accompanied by a performance checklist, there are three caveats to be aware of.

The first is that, again in my opinion, you won’t feel like calling for Him until He calls for you. I can attest that when He finds you, refusing His call only works for a while. See, one doesn’t really choose Christ. He chooses you first. All you do is accept His call into your life. If you are insufficiently softened up by the work of His Holy Spirit and/or remain clueless about the real lay of the land, He will patiently and unrelentingly hunt you down like a dog and “find” you again, when life’s realities have sunk in sufficiently. Of course, one can turn bitter and resentful from hardship, but that’s the thing about it – it can also make another less obstinate and more willing to let go of the “tiller of the ship of life”.

The second caveat is that, when you’re ready, and sometimes when you’re not, you will need to hand your priorities, worries, and your concept of what your life is supposed to be about over to Him. So, the price may be free, but it will cost you everything you are and, sometimes, whatever you value the most. Actually, that tends not to be a cataclysmic problem, because the “my life, my way” train has usually been so thoroughly derailed at that point that you don’t feel that you have much to lose, if anything. We tend to place value or rest our weight on unhelpful things. Many fear that if they come to God, He will break their legs and make them learn to play the flute, but that is quite the opposite of what really happens. At a varying pace, you become who you were meant to be. Not all change is unpleasant. Being freed from certain crippling things that have always dominated our lives can be liberating.

The third caveat is that it helps to discard the assumption that following Christ will bring an end to challenging circumstances. Health, wealth, and happiness are guaranteed, some people pronounce, and if they don’t happen it must be from a lack of faith and/or your own penchant for rebellion against God in some form or other. Some cherrypick verses in the Old Testament as the contract. Unfortunately, Jesus Himself promised just the opposite, saying that life circumstances would not go easy, and in some ways would become more difficult. That isn’t mentioned in the practiced patter of that missionary on your doorstep. It’s an individual thing though, and your mileage may vary. On the good side, you won’t be overwhelmed, something that life without Him cannot promise. And there’s one more thing that makes it all well worth it.

All you actually need, and what you are explicitly promised, is that you won’t have to face life without Him. The power that set the universe in motion and still binds everything together will go through your life with you. Yes, some otherwise unexplainable miracles will occur, but some tough circumstances may cling and elbow you like a roller derby blockade. The circumstances may not change, but you will. Many people feel that God does not deal with people on an individual level, and so has pretty much abandoned all involvement once He got things rolling. The condition of the world seems to underscore that belief, doesn’t it? The appearance of “God With Us” on Earth, the sacrifice He paid on our behalf, the promises He makes to all individuals who would choose to become followers of Him, and a Spirit that backs it all up today contradicts that non-involvement theory. God is in this up to His elbows, but is opposed to taking away our free will and turning the world into a rigidly-run puppet show. You can’t have both at the same time. An abandoned world? Take some time and look closer.

I mention these caveats in order to dissuade you from thinking that there’s a sign-up sheet floating around somewhere that will allow you to locate and press the “Easy Button” of life. That simply isn’t what faith in Christ is about. Completely different topic. You know, when I read or watch comedy, rare is the day when I actually laugh out loud, even for really good material. I really enjoy comedy, but I usually enjoy it silently. It’s just the way I am. The one thing that invariably does make me laugh out loud is to be reminded of the outlook about Christianity shared by both Godless Commies and American Tough Guys: that religion (while pointing directly at Christianity while saying it) is a crutch for the weak. Oh, how I love that one! Living out Biblically-based Christianity is not for the faint of heart. It can’t be done by willpower alone. It involves a willingness to change, and to be changed internally. Not always so easy in daily practice. One very astute woman once told me, “The only problem with placing your life on God’s altar is that it keeps trying to slither back off again.”

So, what’s all this got to do with celebrating Christmas? Certainly, getting together with friends and family is a fine thing, and any excuse will do. It’s just that, although Christmas was invented as a new tradition by a religious think tank and then endlessly modified to accommodate numerous unrelated belief systems, it has little to do with Christ, then or now. If we were meant to set up a feast day to commemorate the date of His birth, we’d have that birth date, because it would be recorded as one of the milestones of His work here among us. It isn’t. If anything, it’s a distraction, representing one more hoop to jump through in order to satisfy an improvised religious checklist. It has even now morphed into a secular holiday in which any reference to its original meaning is held to be deeply offensive.

Many folks are able to express the original point of having Christmas Day much more graciously than I am. From The Liturgical Year by Joan Chittister: “Christmas is not really about the celebration of a birth date at all. It is about the celebration of a birth. The fact of the date and the fact of the birth are two different things. The calendrical verification of the feast itself is not really that important…What is important to the understanding of a life-changing moment is that it happened, not necessarily where or when it happened. The message is clear: Christmas is not about marking the actual birth date of Jesus. It is about the Incarnation of the One who became like us in all things but sin (Heb. 4:15) and who humbled Himself “to the point of death-even death on a cross” (Phil. 2:8). Christmas is a pinnacle feast, yes, but it is not the beginning of the liturgical year. It is a memorial, a remembrance, of the birth of Jesus, not really a celebration of the day itself. We remember that because the Jesus of history was born, the Resurrection of the Christ of faith could happen.”

So, whether you want to have a Happy Holiday, a Merry Christmas, a Merry Xmas, or a bangin’ party, dog, pursue the day in your own way. It’s a dart in the calendar, so take advantage of it. The fact that Jesus was born centuries ago started a roll that explains why I’m still here in one piece today. You know, if you somehow won a huge lottery of vast riches without having to document legal stuff and fill out tax paperwork, I bet most guys would forget the date, sooner or later, because it doesn’t much matter. Gratefully getting one’s filthy paws around that kind of wealth is what matters, and that receiving event sticks in the mind no matter what follows. I often get distracted, diverted, forgetful, bummed out, too busy, or otherwise preoccupied, but to me, Christmas is more like 24/365, when I have the presence of mind to think about it.

The Glory of the Authentically Tacky

Originally posted 12/13/2012

There remains an abundance of gaudy, cheap and tasteless products available for Americans to purchase today, the difference from the former times being that not a speck of them are made by Americans today. As a result, they are cheaper but no less profitable, their manufacture being made possible by record levels of low quality, and by virtual human slavery in foreign sweatshops, or by prison or child labor. These products, which promise to fill a gaping hole in our various vanities, then invariably break, tear or unravel within days of use, and ultimately serve as mere fodder for the local landfill. They are dread wastes which cater to the relentless weaknesses of the undiscerning.

I now use this gem as a nightlight, and it makes me smile every time I look at it.

I now use this gem as a nightlight, and it makes me smile every time I look at it.

Like a truly custom-tailored suit, a hand-rolled cigar or a fine aged wine, a few products withstand the test of time. When tourist paraphernalia comes to mind, pillows, drinking glasses, and pot metal medallions of vacation spots were once sold in abundance. They were tacky when they were made, and were sold to those with bad taste while they were in a weakened state. Some types of objects were less offensive to the sensibilities, serving as low-grade badges of honor. For example, window decals of states and vacation areas have actually become popular to apply today in the rearmost side-glass of vintage station wagons. They are appropriate and authentic, since they are not recreated imitations of the real thing.

Packed with delight, this little find bathes the living area with the warm glow of tourist-trap regret.

Packed with delight, this little find bathes the living area with the warm glow of tourist-trap regret.

Although the practical limits of my chosen lifestyle prohibits me from delving deeply into materialism, and the transition to it forced me to discard many things dear to me, I found it utterly impossible to part with one rare treasure. I made a token effort to offer it to my children of course, but neither of them wanted it, which was a sign to me that, lo, it existed in this mortal plane to delight only me. The fact that it is a tacky lamp is not especially notable. It is a construction of conch shell and other lesser shellfish, arranged in a cast base and illuminated internally with a night light. It was no doubt sold in a run-down roadside shop near – but not at – a seaside location.

A feast for the eyes. Really, what more needs to be said?

A feast for the eyes. Really, what more needs to be said?

What makes it so dear? The fact that this is no molded plastic simulation, no faked reminiscence of the quiet glory that such tasteless products once held. It is authentically tacky, and this genuineness swirls through it like the oak timbre of a decades-old double malt whiskey. No detail has been spared. Its sculpted plaster base is painted with the color of sand, interspersed with waves of sea-blue iridescence. It is encrusted with real shells, and the fact that a few of the lesser ones have departed or broken off with the passage of time simply underscores its visually rewarding aura of glorious authenticity. Plug it in, and it is a night light par excellance, bringing with it visions of the adventures of times past even to the untraveled person beholding it.

Of necessity, it has just been updated with a small 12-volt LED bulb, since I felt eerily compelled to enjoy its quiet radiance even while encamped in the desert wilderness which is my winter home. Thus outfitted, it can be left on full-time without the slightest concern of exhausting the battery it draws from. Its soothing glow is an inspiration and a lasting testament to the timeless tastelessness of those generations which have preceded us. I hope to bask in its aura for many years, and yet I am certain that, at my passing, it will remain a beacon of understanding and enlightenment to those who press on to explore the expansive boundaries of this mortal life.

Expenses Update

The first geological eye candy in New Mexico appears ahead.

The first geological eye candy in New Mexico appears ahead.

Originally posted 12/8/2012

Lest anyone assume that this RV/camping-on-the-cheap misadventure is a great way to see the country for pennies, this post is your wake-up coffee. Aren’t I now living well within my $41/day budget? Oh yes, these days. But getting to this point has been pricey, and the expenses vary wildly by the season, or more properly, location and activity level. Annual averages are everything, and looking at monthly or weekly costs can be very misleading – you’ll quickly become either needlessly horrified, or unjustifiably smug.

Take the travel trailer. Acquiring and outfitting it for my kind of abuse has totaled  Read more…

A Gathering of Thanksgiving

Originally posted 11/22/2012

Well, naturally, I took a much-needed nap at 1:40 in the afternoon and woke up at about 3:30. Uh-oh. So much for a little catnap. I was late to the Thanksgiving gathering at Bob Wells’ campsite. Fortunately, the barbecued turkey succeeded wonderfully, and although they were just hitting the desserts by the time I got there, there was plenty enough of the staples for me. What a spread!

They also had pumpkin pie a la mode for one of the desserts. Oh my. Are you sure this is camping? Roughing it?

They also had pumpkin pie a la mode for one of the desserts. Oh my. Are you sure this is camping? Roughing it?

Life is hard out in the desert.

Life is hard out in the desert.

There were just short of a dozen people gathered ’round, mostly vandwellers, mostly full-timers, who were asking me questions about why I decided to pull up stakes and live in a travel trailer full-time. I had it pretty cushy next to this hardy bunch, but the basic motivations still applied. That also prompted them to go on from there and share their own perceptions of this unusual lifestyle. Most people don’t understand it, viewing it as dropping out of normalcy and becoming Read more…

Have a Thankful Thanksgiving!

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Originally posted 11/22/2012

Often, when I look around the “house”, I see all the things that eventually need to be organized, improved, fixed, or changed around in order to work properly, or at least better. I’m task-oriented, I guess, but this tin shack on wheels is becoming a home. What helps make a physical, functional home (to me) is to be able to do what you need to do each day in relative comfort and security.

But now and then, I look up from what I’m doing and, instead of seeing a laundry list of to-do’s, I see a warm, comfortable living space with sunlight coming in the windows. And I find that whenever I glance out those windows, it’s hard to just glance. The view is such that you find yourself
looking for awhile. Same thing when I stick my head out the door at night. It’s hard to resist the draw of the thousands and thousands of stars glowing in the nighttime sky.

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There’s plenty of food in the cabinets, and a bunch of ripening bananas in front of me on the dinette table where I currently type. The bed is comfortable and is no bigger nor smaller than it needs to be, and it’s quiet at night. A toasty little propane heater nicely breaks the morning chill when I rise for the day. The bathroom and kitchen are more compact versions of just what you have at home. There’s plenty of electrical power to carry out both what I need to do and what I like to do each day. I’m impatient to get the desktop computer up and rolling, sure, but that will be icing on the cake. For now, this iPad with its little keyboard and the cellular data card get the job done. It’s also nice to have a reliable vehicle to get around with. I’ve had my share of the other kind!

Most importantly, I am always aware that there is an assortment of people out there that I care about, who also give a damn about whether things are going okay for me. That’s important. Such a huge change in lifestyle can be intimidating at times – you should have picked up by now that I’m not at all an adventurous type. I’m just someone who has at last limped away from what hasn’t worked, in order to discover what might be a better individual fit. Having come to the conclusion (with some assistance) that I’m just not wired up like most folks, it explains to me why I’ve finally needed to venture outside the realm of the purely conventional. It’s not at all based in rebelling against something. It’s more like becoming willing to let go of ill-fitting clothes and either going on the hunt for what does fit, or creating some yourself. Ever put on a “one size fits all” that didn’t at all fit? I am provisioned a bit differently, it seems, and it’s better to realize that and make some adaptations while I still have the opportunity to. I’ve always been a late bloomer (or extremely slow to catch on, depending on your point of view).

For that opportunity, the means to pursue it, and for your forbearance, I am thankful.

Filth By Any Other Name

Originally posted 11/17/2012

Shortly before I resigned from my labors at what is one of the best-stocked hardware stores around, I went on several shopping sprees in order to modify and repair the travel trailer I planned to reside in. One of those sprees involved selecting a vacuum cleaner. I felt that it would come in handy periodically, whenever the trailer was hooked up to shore power. My past experiences with 12-volt and battery-powered vacs and sweepers have been disappointing, so I wanted a very compact 120-volt AC vac.

In my hurried visits to the Internet, I’d read many complaints about dust when RVing. Considering that I’d be packin’ a record turntable and an iMac with a pretty small cooling air inlet, and considering that the front half of the camper is carpeted (a counter-productive idea if ever there was one, along with velour-like seat fabric), I wanted to be able to at least periodically make a token effort at cleaning the place out. A friend and fellow employee at the store was and is a highly-experienced seasonal camper with a fifth-wheel. I told him about my intended quest against dust with a vac having a  Read more…

A Bikearound Day

Originally posted 11/15/2012

Last night I watched How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying, one of the half-dozen musicals in existence that I feel is worth watching. I admit, being made in 1967, it bristles with sexist stereotyping. In it, all men are executives or clerks, and all women are either secretaries or gold-diggers. It certainly wasn’t crafted to reflect the realities of even that time mind you, but I don’t think it would have been made in ’77, and certainly not ’87! It was designed to parody its era, and the marked shift in popular culture since that time would make a later release date change its intended emphasis. But even viewed today, as a lampoon of Big Business and with its the over-the-top character portrayals, it sparkles with energy and fun.

On waking up today, I was surprised to see a heavily overcast sky. As of late last night, weather.com had predicted a sunny sky with clouds moving in at about noon. So, I checked accuweather.com, and they seemed to be more reality-based: overcast this morning, but largely clearing by noon. As of 3:30PM, they’re both partially right. It stayed overcast all day without any hint of a break. No surprise that the solar panels are still actively charging the house batteries, but voltage is up, and it simply means that the batteries won’t be nicely “finished off” with a true completed charge routine. Fine in the short run, but you wouldn’t want two straight weeks of it.

I decided to head for the lone pharmacy in town, a tiny back-end to the only medical clinic in town. I wanted to price out Read more…

Going to the Dogs

With such a beautiful morning going, plenty to take care of and a cup of my fav Eight O’Clock coffee under my belt (it’s hard to find in stores around here), I suddenly recalled a pet peeve of mine, so to speak. Many campers of all stripes, from tenters to motorhome dwellers, keep pets. That’s perfectly fine if you appreciate their company and can live with the inconveniences they impose. The good part for me is that, out here, none so far have proven to be mindless yappers or ill-behaved. The great majority are kept leashed or tied up, per campsite policy.

During my first disappointing venture to the dump station yesterday, I noticed a woman holding her dog in her arms while another dog circled her, wanting to get at it. I assumed she had two dogs. Then they drove away, and I found the one, a dark, nervous, coyote-like mutt wearing a blue bandana around its neck, still wandering around. It went from vehicle to vehicle, then to a man throwing bags of garbage into the dumpsters. It even followed my truck briefly as I repositioned the Ford for the next stage. It appeared agitated and lost, one of those one-man dogs who had Read more…

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