Unstoppable Force

Chariot

This week brings us to the card numbered VII, in the eight position in the deck, the Chariot. Happily this image seems to be as overtly pagan as it’s immediate predecessor is Judaic in iconography. The card is literally dripping with esoteric symbols which can lead us down any number of rabbit holes in interpretation.


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The eighth card in the deck, with the designation VII.


The card depicts an armored figure in a canopied chariot, apparently pulled by a black and a white sphinx. The figure has a crown and scepter. The crown is topped with an eight-pointed star. The canopy above his head is blue with five, six, and eight pointed stars on it. Beneath the crown he wears the laurel of victory. The pauldrons (shoulder plates) on his armor are lunar faces, his vambraces (lower arms) look like the shells of a marine creature. On his breastplate is a white square. He wears a belt with numerous symbols engraved on it, and his tasset (kilt) is likewise covered with symbols or glyphs. On the front of the chariot is a winged disk, overtopping a shield with a spindle or top. Two yellow or gold wheels are at the side. Behind the chariot is a river or moat, and behind that a stand of trees, behind which is a walled city. The sky here is yellow.

The conventional read on this card is triumph or victory, and control. This meaning is echoed in the Minor Arcana six of wands, just as the Lovers may be echoed by the two of cups. In these instances, I often read the minors as involving real world occurrences, such as winning a legal suit, or passing a test, or in the literal sense, victory in battle. The Major Arcana I tend to regard as symbolic of the grander cosmic forces that pervade the universe, whose influences are far more subtle and long reaching. And for the Chariot, I divine Cosmic Force itself.

Let me explore that a bit. Gravity is a force. Electromagnetism is a force. There are strong and weak nuclear forces that bind together the tiniest of things, just as the other forces bind together the massive and cosmic. Gravity either shapes space and time, or is the consequence of that shape. These forces are the wheels upon which the whole of existence turns. So in the Chariot I find some parallels to read it in terms of “Force of Nature” rather than simple personal victory in conflict.

It is true that the Chariot is an engine of war. It is among the first, if not the first. In its day it was the equivalent of a fighter jet, and as such, equally had no other use. These were multi-terrain high speed weapons platforms. They had no seats, no place to carry cargo. Their payload was a driver and possibly an archer or lancer. On the battlefield they were a terror, but they tended to fall out of use towards the middle of Roman empire. Mounted cavalry was typically more mobile, particularly away from roads and open planes, and warfare had moved to a paradigm of siege and counter-siege.

Ironically the man in the Chariot stands before the very thing that contributed to the end of chariot warfare, the walled city. Castles, fortifications, and barriers such as moats and trenches meant that troops primarily clashed face to face after a long series of bombardments from a distance had destroyed both defenses and the resolve of the defenders. The Chariot visually represents an anachronism. Its military value is minimal in the environs it occupies, therefore it may only be viewed as symbolic. It is an emblem of victory, of dominion, rather than the thing itself.

When I look at this card I am always reminded of the Fortune Teller Booth so prevalent in old arcades and carnivals. The man is inside a box with the roof. He looks suitably exotic, but if we observe closely he’s not whole. His body ends on top if the box. His hand rests upon it. There is no interior where a person stands, this is all for show, all to entice us to believe in the promise and wonder it appears to represent. This chariot in fact, looks to me like a block of stone, on top of which a mannequin of the rider has been bolted. And, in fact, the wheels don’t really touch the ground (see image below), so what are we to make of that? The sphinxes are not engaged in pulling the Chariot forward either, so that just adds to the idea that this is some sort of display rather than a working mechanism. Perhaps the Unstoppable Force is actually the Immovable Object?


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i’ve always sort of suspected that there was something wrong with the wheels. As an artist and graphics designer for around 40 years, I have developed an intuitive sense of space and shape so when I look at something and feel it’s a bit off, I trust that. But before I went and based an entire article on it, I had to be sure, so I did a screen grab of the Chariot card, and dropped it into Adobe Illustrator.

I positioned a guide line in the center of the wheel hubs. (That’s the light blue line running across just over the sphinxes brows). I created a rectangle that ran from that line up to the top of the wheel. I then copied that rectangle and moved it below the line, and then slid it over to where the bottom of the Chariot is visible between the sphinxes. As you can see, the rectangle, which represents accurately the size of the bottom half of the wheel, is not long enough to reach below the bottom of the car. At best, this Chariot is going to be dragging.

This may have been an accidental consequence of covering up the wheels with the sphinxes. On the earlier Marseille Tarot the wheels are shown jutting out to the sides, rather than frontal. That Chariot also would not move in that configuration, though I think that is more a medieval convention to show them as wheels, much like the shedu of Babylon have five legs, if viewed from a particular point.

It should not be surprising that we are confronted with this contradiction in yet another Tarot trump. The presence of the black and white and male and female sphinxes inform us that we are again needing to think in terms of the Doctrine of Opposite Extremes. They share the same esoteric DNA as the Lovers and the captive souls on XV, and they embody the two pillars of the Priestess. We are dealing again with that which is fixed and that which is changeable, and the Chariot sits between them – both an Unstoppable Force and an Immovable Object.

It is that dominion over the opposing factors that is invested in the person of the charioteer. Yet the card is not named the Charioteer. The person who is in that position is immaterial. They could be anyone. Waite’s description references a “king” and a “princely figure” but goes on to describe the rider as one not hereditarily royal and not part of the priesthood. His interpretation paints the occupant of the Chariot as one who achieves by conquest – Julius Caesar not Augustus. and further confines him to an almost sterile intellectualism. He cannot, according to Waite, understand the spiritual or sacred within himself, nor leap beyond the purely rational view of the world.

But a Chariot with wheels that don’t touch the ground is itself irrational. We may suppose that this is an artistic mistake (though an unlikely one) and the hidden bottom half of the wheels should be correct. We don’t know the timetable Smith was operating within, and some cards may have been executed under tighter deadlines. But the fact is that they don’t touch the ground, making the Chariot a rather elaborate Kiosk. Whether this was intentional or not it gives the reader a means to access that other part of the image, that which flows from our imagination and speculation, and gives us the electricity of insight when the card is dropped between others that do not make rational sense.

I mentioned earlier cosmic forces like gravity and electromagnetism as being connected with the Chariot. Consider that the effect of gravity does not have to move. It is everywhere and always, and yet still exerts itself in the same fashion. By this means we can begin to comprehend how the Chariot can represent force and energy, while at the same time, being fixed in its place. If its place is everywhere, then it doesn’t matter where the center is. The center is, in fact, everywhere and no where. Like the spinning top on the shield in the center of the cart, it moves within its own defined perspectives. The edges go round and round and round, even if the spindle is in a different place.

We can apply this idea to the dominion over forces in a much broader sense than Waite has. The Chariot can represent that Nothing that is Everything that is a feature of some Buddhist thinking, The Chariot establishes it’s own frame of reference, and imposes that frame of reference on what it comes into contact with. Looking at it from outside that frame of reference results in an incomplete, or skewed vision of what the thing actually is.


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This obsidian merkaba object is related to the Chariot, perhaps in name only. Yet it’s unusual shape and multiple faces are perhaps indicative of the enigma of the Chariot’s nature to be form and change simultaneously.

The shiny blackness of the stone makes photographing the object effectively difficult, so demonstrating its odd character in two-dimensions may be a futile attempt. I encourage you to look for these at your favorite stone or crystal shop. They seem to be becoming more prevalent.

It’s intriguing that the shape of the merkaba is frequently associated with the Chariot. A merkaba, as I have discussed earlier, is a three-dimensional representation of the two joined triangles of the hexagram. It consists of two pyramid objects – each pyramid having four three sided faces, that are merged into each other such that the points of each pyramid pierce the sides of the other. Drawing it in two dimensions is generally easy, but it’s difficult to conceptualize how that translates into actual space. I recently obtained one in my favorite black Mayan obsidian to better understand how something so theoretically simple can yield such a complex object.

If one turns the merkaba this way and that, the external shape changes. The outline remains a six pointed star, but the surfaces presented to the viewer are very different. Merkaba is supposed to derive from ancient Egyptian or Hebrew for Chariot, and this fascinating little shape with its many changing surfaces could certainly remind one of a tumbling or turning wheel. Perhaps it brought to mind the actions of the chariots as they wheeled and spun on the field of battle. But this is a good way of expressing my statement about the Chariot being a thing unto itself, defining it’s space and dimension in it’s own way, fluidly, depending upon where the observer encounters it.

This is the principle that Einstein called relativity, and that later was elaborated on to give us a quantum universe where the actual nature of things is entirely dependent upon when and how they are observed. In the quantum universe a thing is only what it is, once what it might be becomes fixed by the act of observing or recording it. We are again dealing with That Which is Fixed, and That Which is Changeable. The Chariot can be both a thing that moves forward constantly and a thing that doesn’t move at all. It truly depends on where we see it from.

If quantum mechanics is not your bag, I fully understand. It sounds far more like magic than it does science, and frankly I think it’s on the path to where it intersects with magic and we can finally get substantive things done without arguing over definitions. It’s not about how it works, because it works. The scribbled glyphs in a grimoire differ very little in appearance from the complex calculus of a physics equation, and to the outsider both are equally arcane and inscrutable.

Such glyphs are incorporated into the armor of the charioteer. The scribbles might easily have been added for texture, like the various glued-one model bits that adorn a science-fiction spacecraft. But if you look closely, these are known magical and alchemical symbols. I do not say that they give us the secret to the Philosopher’s Stone, but that their intentionally being included is to remind us that such formulae are part of our approach to the dominion over the forces of the cosmos. The armor of the charioteer is full of symbolism, but it is a surface only. The method and the means are not the meat.

Waite’s description in his very thin little booklet describes a character that is different from what Pamela Colman Smith has executed. It is likely he worked this from his notes or notes given to her that didn’t find full fruition, but the lunar symbols on his shoulders were, according to Waite, meant to be Odin’s ravens, or rather the Thought and Memory they symbolize. His scepter was meant to be a drawn sword, making the whole more martial, and possibly more active than this rather sedate hero is his box with the resting sphinxes.


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Three Chariots by the same hand but with different intents. These are all by Italian artist and illustrator Fabio Listrani. The center one is his Night Sun Tarot, which I have had for many years. The left and right cards are the Goetia and Notoria Tarot, which are based upon the demons and angels listed in the Keys of Solomon, a Medieval grimoire for summoning such beings.

These latter decks although beautifully drawn from Fabio’s imagination, are bound by very strict adherence to the Kabbala and the hierarchies of demons and angels described in that manual. They include the seal of each being, the Kabbalistic number associated with it, it’s name, the Tarot number and name so that the deck may be used in the traditional sense, and then planetary and elemental signs, as well as an associated minor arcana card.

Keeping with tradition, the demon is on the left and the angel on the right. Note that they share the same element and minor card. In magical work they would be considered to naturally oppose one another.

Bear in mind that in addition to the use of these cards for divination, folk spell craft, and the complex Solomonic magic here, the Italian publisher Lo Scarabeo is also printing these exquistie decks for people who still simply play tarocchi with them.

It’s impossible to really know the dynamic between illustrator and author on these cards. Since the art has been the de-facto imagery, at least in the West, for Tarot for almost a century, comparison to what appears to be a pamphlet of text will always seem a bit inadequate. More has been written by many hands interpreting the images than analyzing Waite’s text. His Pictorial Key is written in that typical Victorian method of critical dismissal, where he spends more time discrediting or disallowing, the theories of his predecessors than to establish a legitimate basis for his own theories. I hope that I am not doing that, but it becomes inevitable if one is working on anything other than a parroting of previous interpretations.

I have tried to focus on my own impressions of the cards, drawn from my reactions to their visual content over fifty years of working with them. Of course, that reaction changes with my own age and experience, exposure to the ideas and theories of others, and the awareness of interpretations of the ideas and the artwork by the hands of other artists, sometimes including myself. In doing that, one can run afoul of the tendency to gainsay what other sources may have held. I hope that my approach has been fair, and used these sources as a comparison against which my own view may be measured, rather than as an outright disagreement.

Well, in some cases I do disagree. It is up to the individual reader to make of this what they will. If you find my observations have merit, then by all means employ them. I am not charging a royalty. On the other hand, if you find them of no value at all, there is nothing I can do to force you to use them. Unfortunately, I can’t give you back the time you spent reading this article, so I hope you find at least some value in it.

I will return next week with Card VIII, which in the RWS is Strength. Other decks have this card as Justice, and depending on which deck they switch between VIII and XI. As we have been using the RWS artwork as the basis for our little esoteric safari, we’ll preserve that order. I hope you will join me next week. Thank you again for your continued support.

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It’s Full of Stars

Saturn Sunrise

This morning, when you got up, everything you saw, touched, heard, tasted, and smelled was made of tiny atoms that were formed in the dark fiery heart of a giant dying star untold billions of years ago.

Those atoms are clouds of circling particles, that are made up of clouds of circling particles, that are probably also made of clouds of circling particles over and over and over.

It’s turtles all the way down.

The particles aren’t really particles. They’re packets of energy, moving through space, in ways that cause invisible forces to shape the nature of space to create our ordinary visible world.

This is not magic. This is science. At least, this is among the leading current theories on the nature of the universe.

So if you have someone giving you a hard time about believing in invisible spirits that influence your life and alter your destiny, ask them to show you a box of gravity.

There is nothing new under the sun. Or in it. Although the sun itself is reckoned to be about 4.6 billion years old, it too, is made from the bones of dead worlds. We’re all in someone’s afterlife here.

And around that other sun, the mother sun, that gave birth to us all, there may have spun many worlds as well. And on the surfaces of those worlds may have been water, and oxygen, and amino acids and condominiums and car parks.

We’ll never meet them. We’ll never know how they felt or the songs they sang or if they cried when it rained. Because they’ve all gone down to dust and the dust has come back up as us.

Cosmic time can kick you for a loop.


On the left is one of countless galaxies visible to the instruments of modern technology. It represents billions of billions of billions of worlds, each possibly full of richly diverse life forms that are similar to, and vastly different, from what has grown on our little speck of damp rock circling an unspectacular star in a quiet backwater of our own galaxy. The lovely spiral arms bely a terrible secret. At the heart of most galaxies, we think, is a monsterous black hole, swallowing entire star systems into an impenetrable void. One theory holds that our entire universe will eventually end up in such a state, when the energy of the Big Bang is no longer able to withstand the inward pull of gravity. The opposite fate is just as terrifying; a future where every particle of every particle drifts so far apart that no energy remains at all, and the rest is darkness.

This is the much shown Hubble Deep Field image. This shows galaxies upon galaxies upon galaxies (many of which may already be extinct, since the light left them before the dinosaurs were born). Each galaxy may be like the one above, with untold numbers of life-creating planets. And this represents a part of the sky equal to the size of a tennis ball viewed at the other end of a football field. There are roughly 24 million times more galaxies than the 3000 or so here.

For example, the vast majority of humanity has lived and died in the last 30,000 years or so. Of them, we remember the names of princes and potentates, and a few laureates, visionaries, and healers.

And that’s it.

The further back we go, the fewer we can name. Past about 7000 years or so, it’s totally anonymous. They may have been called Gilgamesh or Noah or Hermes or Lucifer but that’s what we called them later. No one really knows their names, and their stories are doubtless confused and embellished.

We don’t know the name of that Sorceror on the wall of Troi Freres, or the artisan that lavished so much time and care on shaping the tiny Venus of Willendorf. The builders of Catal Huyuk and Gobekli Tepe are abstractions. We know only the little that remains. A few bones, some stone tools, and then oblivion.

Back along that path the family turns into the ancestors, and the ancestors into the legends, and the legends into the myths. And past the myths, we are going out beyond Saturn, beyond the old Titans, into the realm of the outer dark.

It’s a cold, dark, and largely empty universe that might as well be infinite because we can’t really work out how to get outside it.

Science can’t even agree on that. So far theories suggest three possible outcomes.

It’s either an expanding universe that will keep expanding until everything is so far away from everything that all those particles of particles of particles cease to glow with any residual spark and the entire thing becomes nothing.

Or it’s a collapsing universe that expands just so far before the gravity within it starts to overcome the initial energy of its creation and everything falls back down into itself, crushed into an infinitely dense and infinitely tiny dot. Again, essentially nothing.

And some argue that it’s an oscillating universe where cycles of expansion and contraction go on and on and on forever, where each previous universe is erased from existence by being crushed into a point so dense and so small that it erupts into the next one.

Does any of this sound a tad magical to you? Mythical at the very least? There’s a few similar stories in old Sanskrit. The kalachakra, or Time Wheel, oscillates universes that are born, grow old, and die, just as humans do, and as with humans, the universe is reborn into the next order of life.

And that one about the universe suddenly springing into existence in a flash of light. . . well, the scientists call that the Big Bang. You can find it Genesis if you read carefully.

The world was without form, and void, and darkness was on the face of the deep.

Let there be light.

This is about energy expanding into the void of space.

What the Kabbalah expresses as emanations of the divine into the material; the bolt of lightning comes down through the realms of the Tree of Life to illuminate the mundane worlds.

This action was a conscious withdrawing of the Divine Intelligence to create something that was Other than itself.

The light was divided from the darkness.

The Divine Intelligence created the universe in order to know itself.

And the morning and the evening were the first day.

Time started. And we’ve been trying to understand it ever since.


In this image by Stonehenge Dronescapes Photography shared on Facebook, we can see the sky as our ancient ancestors experienced it. Without the light pollution of modern industrialization, or even the fire that kept predators away at night, the universe we inhabit is very much present. It is not hard to imagine seeing Indra dancing above the horizon, or the plumed serpent Quetzlcoatl rising up into the night sky. Now we are only able to experience such awe in places like the deep desert, where technology doesn’t intrude.

An artificial starscape is projected on the ceiling of the Gobekli Tepe museum. This site in modern-day Turkey is possibly 7000 years older than the megaliths at Stonehenge, but seems to have some similar purpose as both temple and timepiece. Much recent archaeology suggests that multitudes gathered at this site over a period of 1500 years, to feast, trade, and get intoxicated. The remains of ancient beer is found here among the animal bones, suggesting that the fermentation of grain was a key part of the site’s activity. One theory has been put forth that this desire for mind-altering grog is what led to domestication of grains, and not the other way around. Fascinating if true, it makes our remote ancestors need to travel inwardly as well as outwardly of far greater significance that was once believed.

That’s why we watched the stars on cloudless nights when we huddled around the fire, and named those stars after things in our world. We noticed the ones that were wanderers and called them planets.

We used them to tell us when it was time to move south because the winter was coming. We used them to show us where south was. When we started to domesticate plants and animals we used them to tell us when to plant, when it was birthing season, and when we should harvest.

We built places like Stonehenge and the Sunwheel and the temples of Meso-America and pyramids of Egypt to connect with this fundamental understanding of space-time. Religion and ritual are built around propitious times and locations.

We do things when the stars are right.

We mark out our year by equinoxes and solstices and dot the in-between times with feast days derived from lunar phases and tallied days. We divide our time by months that were once moons, and split them up by days defined by the seven planets of the ancient Chaldees. We live in a modern digital scientific world and modern science basically proves that those ancient Chaldees had it on the ball.

So when your scientist buddy scoffs at you discussing energy work, you might remind them that all matter is energy, that the universe is teeming with light, and that energy can be manipulated to create various effects. They might choose to use a high voltage magnetic field rather than an incantation. The only difference here is that their “spell” is supported by modern convention and belief, just as a few hundred years ago, yours would have been.

In the 1600s, everyone believed that magic existed and did things, even if they didn’t really understand it. It was potentially dangerous, maybe evil, and could be used effectively only by those who knew how.

In the 1800s the same things could have been said about steam engines and electricity.

The 20th Century applied these ideas to the power of the atom.

All are ways of describing how the universe works, and harnessing that natural energy that is everywhere. We don’t know where it came from, or how it got here, but it’s here, and we are affected by it.

We are made of it. We can’t help but be affected by it.

Let’s consider that our scientific universe of space-time is spinning and whirling and oscillating along like mad. Yes, the planets circle the sun, but the sun is spinning around the galaxy, and the galaxy is whizzing across the universe, and the universe is doing whatever it is the universe is doing. So relative to where we are here on Mother Earth, it might look like we see the sun going up and down in about the same places, and those places wiggle ever so slightly between Midsummer and Midwinter, and the planets and the stars overhead seem to repeat their familiar patterns.

But this is all relative to our viewpoint. Which is what Einstein was telling us about the universe. What we see isn’t what is. It’s what was, a moment or so ago, when the light of whatever happened left the place it happened and headed toward us. So for the moon that’s only a few seconds. For Mars, it appears to be where it was a couple of minutes ago.

The sun itself is about 8 minutes back in time. If it went out right now, we wouldn’t know it for eight whole minutes. If we were on Pluto, we wouldn’t see that final sunset for over four and a half hours.

So we really are time travelers in this fixed formal digital modern magicless universe. We see the stars as they were years and decades and centuries and millennia and eons ago.

The universe we look at each night was gone before we were even born.

We, our children, grandchildren, the human species, and even the earth itself, may be gone before the light of some of those stars, as they are now, ever reaches this spot.

But it’s safe to say that whether it’s the universe of the past we see, or the universe of the present that we never will, each moment in time describes a unique and never repeated structure of the energy within the universe. Now is now. The instant before was different, and the instant after will be different, and it keeps on going and going.


Even on a summer night on a quiet suburban street, we are still drawn to look up and marvel at the heavens above us. In such a scenario, the best we can hope for is the changing face of the moon, a few of the brighter planets, and a handful of the most prominent constellations on a very clear night, and away from the glare of street lamps and house windows. We know instinctively that there is something out there that we are a part of, even if our technological conveniences have blinded us to seeing it.

This is one of the reasons I find some merit in the practice of astrology. Granted, the most usual natal charts are based on the relative local positions of the planets, asteroids, and some calculated points derived from these, as seen overhead (or below the horizon) at the time of your birth.

Plug that into the context that a constantly spinning, whirling, whizzing, evolving universe is never in the same place at the same time ever, and each human lifetime can be seen as a change in the fabric of the universe. When you are born, you alter the nature of all that is by your presence. Surely an event of such significance participates in something of that greater universe.

The light from the sun and moon reach us first, and then all the planets. So applying their energy, their influence, most directly, seems only logical.

The background stars, which form the signs of the Zodiac, and to some extent rule the houses, take a lot longer.

By virtue of that, they are only slightly changed from when Claudius Ptolemy charted their positions in Roman Alexandria, using data compiled by those witty Chaldees a few thousand years earlier.

The energy we receive now, may only have left some of those stars when the Chaldeans named them, or when Ptolemy charted them. That energy is consistent, and thus the attributes we ascribe to it is consistent. At least for as long as I will be drawing up horoscopes anyway.


As Above, So Below! I acquired this polished orb of ocean jasper because it immediately reminded me of the storms that churn across the surface clouds of our largest planetary neighbor. The stone sphere is some two inches or so. Jupiter is 1000 times larger than the entire Earth. Our planet would fit across it’s famous Great Red Spot. The most easily seen feature on Jupiter’s surface was possibly discovered by Galileo Galilee in the 1600s. It’s a hurricane that potentially has been going for 400 years or more. Despite it’s horrifying size, Jupiter is made of mostly “air”, a swirling miasma of hydrocarbons, floating above seas of liquid methane. It may be much bigger than the little stone sphere, but the sphere is more solid. For comparison, Great Jupiter would fit inside the sun as many times as our Earth fits inside Jupiter. There are millions of stars in the galaxy that are 1000 times bigger than the sun.

But if I were standing beneath the red rays of far Antares, and looking up through Scorpio’s claws toward our tiny pale sun, I would have a very different universe. I might have two moons in the sky at night, or seven. My longer year would be punctuated by their movements, forward and back (with multiple moons you get retrograde). The names I would give to the stars and the pictures I would draw between them would be what my remote ancestors had seen when they set by the fires in front of their caves, and began trying to work out how to manage the energy that was teeming through the universe.

Because that’s what living beings do.

The Divine Intelligence created the Universe to Know Itself.

We all participate in that. We are all bright sparks of that limitless eternal energy.

That’s why we’re here.

Thank you for reading to the end. I hope you found it enjoyable. These are the things I think of when in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes, the market is down, inflation is up, and Monday lies too closely ahead. It is, I think, helpful to remember that we are all part of something much brighter than the dust and bones around us.


Space images are courtesy National Aeronautics and Space Administration (NASA) unless otherwise noted.

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