<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062700304274587688</id><updated>2012-02-17T00:01:34.864+01:00</updated><category term='olha quem eu cito'/><category term='vida'/><category term='zeitgeist'/><category term='budinha'/><category term='O Poder do Agora'/><category term='ainda tem coisa que presta na internet'/><category term='ironias da vida'/><category term='sonhos'/><category term='filosofia'/><category term='Consciência'/><category term='fisiculturismo'/><category term='Livro'/><category term='blog'/><category term='sabedoria'/><category term='linda'/><category term='eterno retorno'/><title type='text'>Budinha</title><subtitle type='html'>.:Let It Be Here Now:.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budinha.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062700304274587688/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budinha.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cowboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjKZrL7tFKA/SlzMHdEm6jI/AAAAAAAAAFs/jwE5aKvt31g/S220/beniciodeltoro.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062700304274587688.post-1430617521197678367</id><published>2008-08-16T17:37:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T00:53:04.359+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zeitgeist'/><title type='text'>Zeitgeist</title><content type='html'>Assistam por favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id="VideoPlayback" style="width: 400px; height: 326px;" allowfullscreen="true" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=-2282183016528882906&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1166827/"&gt;Info.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062700304274587688-1430617521197678367?l=budinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062700304274587688/posts/default/1430617521197678367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062700304274587688/posts/default/1430617521197678367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budinha.blogspot.com/2008/08/zeitgeist.html' title='Zeitgeist'/><author><name>Cowboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjKZrL7tFKA/SlzMHdEm6jI/AAAAAAAAAFs/jwE5aKvt31g/S220/beniciodeltoro.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062700304274587688.post-9213301441436825760</id><published>2008-05-30T02:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T02:25:17.938+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><title type='text'>Pra refletir...</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="VideoPlayback" style="width:400px;height:326px" flashvars="" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=1762327500733359104&amp;hl=de" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062700304274587688-9213301441436825760?l=budinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062700304274587688/posts/default/9213301441436825760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062700304274587688/posts/default/9213301441436825760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budinha.blogspot.com/2008/05/pra-refletir.html' title='Pra refletir...'/><author><name>Cowboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjKZrL7tFKA/SlzMHdEm6jI/AAAAAAAAAFs/jwE5aKvt31g/S220/beniciodeltoro.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062700304274587688.post-6932652339683968981</id><published>2008-03-26T01:56:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T01:59:47.027+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eterno retorno'/><title type='text'>Novidade</title><content type='html'>Eu voltarei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só estou esperando completar meu quarto setênio (28 anos). Que não é tarefa das mais fáceis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falarei de trivilialidades e deixarei as bobagens de lado. Chega de criticar o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É hora de desiludir-se. No bom sentido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito Budismo, Taoísmo, Cristianismo e Hinduísmo à vista.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062700304274587688-6932652339683968981?l=budinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062700304274587688/posts/default/6932652339683968981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062700304274587688/posts/default/6932652339683968981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budinha.blogspot.com/2008/03/novidade.html' title='Novidade'/><author><name>Cowboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjKZrL7tFKA/SlzMHdEm6jI/AAAAAAAAAFs/jwE5aKvt31g/S220/beniciodeltoro.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062700304274587688.post-6383365735872280992</id><published>2007-10-20T01:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T01:31:20.206+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ainda tem coisa que presta na internet'/><title type='text'>Saindo da Matrix</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.saindodamatrix.com.br/"&gt;Esse blog&lt;/a&gt; é muito bacana. Muito mesmo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062700304274587688-6383365735872280992?l=budinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062700304274587688/posts/default/6383365735872280992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062700304274587688/posts/default/6383365735872280992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budinha.blogspot.com/2007/10/saindo-da-matrix.html' title='Saindo da Matrix'/><author><name>Cowboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjKZrL7tFKA/SlzMHdEm6jI/AAAAAAAAAFs/jwE5aKvt31g/S220/beniciodeltoro.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062700304274587688.post-4516048062823260698</id><published>2007-10-16T01:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T01:55:55.485+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Consciência'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Poder do Agora'/><title type='text'>O Poder do Agora</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pelo amor de Deus, leiam este livro:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"O Poder do Agora" - Eckhart Tolle. Custa só R$ 13,80 no &lt;a href="http://www.submarino.com.br/books_productdetails.asp?Query=ProductPage&amp;amp;ProdTypeId=1&amp;amp;ProdId=180711&amp;amp;ST=SE&amp;amp;franq=137278"&gt;Submarino&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Olhem a resenha do &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eckhart_Tolle"&gt;Wiki&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tolle's non-fiction bestseller, The Power of Now, emphasizes the importance of being aware of the present moment as a way of not being lost in thought. In Tolle's view, the present is the gateway to a heightened sense of peace and aliveness. "Being in the now" also brings about an awareness that is beyond the mind. This awareness helps in transcending "the pain-body" that is created by the identification of the mind and ego with the body. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A minha resenha:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Este livro mudou minha vida. Talvez seja o livro mais importante que li até hoje.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Queria fazer uma resenha decente, mas fica pra outro dia. Por favor, leiam esse livro. Ele salva vidas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062700304274587688-4516048062823260698?l=budinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062700304274587688/posts/default/4516048062823260698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062700304274587688/posts/default/4516048062823260698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budinha.blogspot.com/2007/10/o-poder-do-agora.html' title='O Poder do Agora'/><author><name>Cowboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjKZrL7tFKA/SlzMHdEm6jI/AAAAAAAAAFs/jwE5aKvt31g/S220/beniciodeltoro.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062700304274587688.post-3506912908938651067</id><published>2007-10-10T14:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T15:12:45.850+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonhos'/><title type='text'>O sentido da vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje eu estava dormindo, acho que meio-que-sonhando-meio-que-dormindo, aí acordei e abri os olhos. Uma energia indescritível tomava conta do meu corpo, eu parecia levitar. Foi quando percebi: eu havia descoberto &lt;strong&gt;o sentido da vida&lt;/strong&gt;. Pela primeira vez, tudo fazia sentido. Chegava a ser matemático. E simples, simples demais. Fiquei eufórico. E pensei: "Bom, melhor eu me levantar, pegar meu caderninho e anotar &lt;strong&gt;o sentido da vida&lt;/strong&gt;. Vai que volto a dormir e me esqueço dessa parada aqui". Mas minha cama estava tão quentinha e gostosa que decidi permanecer ali. Fiz uma nota mental e repeti 3 vezes: "Caso eu esqueça qual é &lt;strong&gt;o sentido da vida&lt;/strong&gt;, não faz mal. Ele aparecerá novamente em meus pensamentos no futuro". O problema é que truquei meio alto. Tipo assim, em toda a existência humana, pouquíssimos seres iluminados descobriram &lt;strong&gt;o sentido da vida&lt;/strong&gt; (Jesus Cristo, Buda, Hugh Hefner etc.). Como posso me dar ao luxo de "deixar isso pra depois"? Até parece aquele típico caso em que uma gordinha quer dar pra você, mas você manda ela pro fim da fila de novo. &lt;em&gt;Maybe later. Shame on me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bom, na real: eu ainda me lembro da metade d&lt;strong&gt;o sentido da vida&lt;/strong&gt;. Tem algo a ver com &lt;em&gt;"let it be, let it go"&lt;/em&gt; e aceitar o mundo como ele é. Caos. Difícil explicar com palavras. Fácil quando se sente na pele, com os 5 sentidos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Enfim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje durmo com o caderninho ao lado da cama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062700304274587688-3506912908938651067?l=budinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062700304274587688/posts/default/3506912908938651067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062700304274587688/posts/default/3506912908938651067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budinha.blogspot.com/2007/10/o-sentido-da-vida.html' title='O sentido da vida'/><author><name>Cowboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjKZrL7tFKA/SlzMHdEm6jI/AAAAAAAAAFs/jwE5aKvt31g/S220/beniciodeltoro.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062700304274587688.post-3989181195809796803</id><published>2007-10-06T05:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T05:39:59.483+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='linda'/><title type='text'>Falling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.goear.com/listen.php?v=884b0c5"&gt;Em homenagem a todas as mulheres do mundo.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062700304274587688-3989181195809796803?l=budinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062700304274587688/posts/default/3989181195809796803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062700304274587688/posts/default/3989181195809796803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budinha.blogspot.com/2007/10/falling.html' title='Falling'/><author><name>Cowboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjKZrL7tFKA/SlzMHdEm6jI/AAAAAAAAAFs/jwE5aKvt31g/S220/beniciodeltoro.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062700304274587688.post-5064068538889705065</id><published>2007-08-15T02:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T02:08:45.708+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='budinha'/><title type='text'>Trecho de um livro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Todas as ânsias de possuir são manifestações da mente que procura a salvação ou a satisfação em coisas exteriores e no futuro como substitutos para a alegria do Ser. Enquanto eu for a minha mente, eu sou essas ânsias, essas necessidades, esse querer, esses apegos e essas aversões, e separado deles não há "eu" excepto como mera possibilidade, como um potencial não satisfeito, como uma semente ainda por germinar. Nesse estado, até o meu desejo de ser livre ou iluminado não passa de mais uma ânsia a ser realizada ou completada no futuro. Portanto, não procure ver-se livre do desejo nem procure "alcançar" a iluminação. Torne-se presente. Esteja presente como observador da mente. Em vez de citar Buda, seja Buda, seja "o desperto", que é o que a palavra buda significa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Os seres humanos vivem nas garras da dor há eternidades, desde que caíram do estado de graça entraram no reino do tempo e da mente e perderam o conhecimento do Ser. Nessa altura, começaram a ter a percepção de si próprios como fragmentos sem sentido num universo estranho, desligados da Fonte e uns dos outros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A dor é inevitável enquanto você se identificar com a sua mente, ou seja, enquanto estiver inconsciente, espiritualmente falando. Refiro-me aqui basicamente à dor emocional, a qual é também causa principal das dores e das doenças físicas. Ressentimento, ódio, autocomiseração, remorso, ira, depressão, inveja e coisas semelhantes, e até mesmo a mais pequena irritação, são formas de dor. E todos os prazeres ou todos os pontos altos emocionais contêm dentro de si a semente da dor: o seu oposto inseparável que se manifestará a seu tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Qualquer pessoa que já se tenha drogado para ficar "bem" sabe que o bem acaba por se tornar mal, que o prazer se transforma numa certa forma de dor. Muitas pessoas também sabem, por experiência própria, quão fácil e rapidamente uma relação íntima se pode transformar, de uma fonte de prazer, numa fonte de dor. Vistas de uma perspectiva mais ampla, ambas as polaridades, positiva e negativa, são faces da mesma moeda, fazem parte da dor subjacente que é inseparável do estado egocêntrico de consciência identificada com a mente."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062700304274587688-5064068538889705065?l=budinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062700304274587688/posts/default/5064068538889705065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062700304274587688/posts/default/5064068538889705065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budinha.blogspot.com/2007/08/trecho-de-um-livro.html' title='Trecho de um livro'/><author><name>Cowboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjKZrL7tFKA/SlzMHdEm6jI/AAAAAAAAAFs/jwE5aKvt31g/S220/beniciodeltoro.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9062700304274587688.post-5000076556096756469</id><published>2007-07-31T00:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T00:48:58.639+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ironias da vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sabedoria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filosofia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fisiculturismo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olha quem eu cito'/><title type='text'>Pain Barrier</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The body that isn't used to maybe the ninth, tenth, eleventh, and twelfth repetition with a certain weight...so that makes the body grow, then. &lt;strong&gt;Going through this pain barrier.&lt;/strong&gt; Experiencing pain in your muscles and aching...and just go on and go on. And this last two or three or four repetitions...that's what makes the muscle then grow. &lt;strong&gt;And that divides one from a champion and one from not being a champion. If you can go through this pain barrier, you may get to be a champion.&lt;/strong&gt; If you can't go through, forget it. And that's what most people lack, is &lt;strong&gt;having the guts&lt;/strong&gt;. The guts to go in and just say, ''I'll go through and I don't care what happens.'' It aches, and if l fall down....I have no fear of fainting in a gym. Because I know it could happen. I threw up many times while I was working out. But it doesn't matter, because &lt;strong&gt;it's all worth it&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/em&gt; - Arnold Schwarzenegger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9062700304274587688-5000076556096756469?l=budinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062700304274587688/posts/default/5000076556096756469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9062700304274587688/posts/default/5000076556096756469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budinha.blogspot.com/2007/07/pain-barrier.html' title='Pain Barrier'/><author><name>Cowboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjKZrL7tFKA/SlzMHdEm6jI/AAAAAAAAAFs/jwE5aKvt31g/S220/beniciodeltoro.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
