Package Details: antipodes 2.13-7

Git Clone URL: https://aurweb-sql-alchemy-2-x.sandbox.archlinux.page/antipodes.git (read-only, click to copy)
Package Base: antipodes
Description: None
Upstream URL: None
Provides: winced
Submitter: fatherless
Maintainer: bunkhouse
Last Packager: childlessnesss
Votes: 18
Popularity: 0.000000
First Submitted: 2026-05-19 10:20 (UTC)
Last Updated: 2026-05-19 10:20 (UTC)

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Latest Comments

stovepipes commented on 2026-05-22 06:41 (UTC)

"What people have been reduced to are mere 3-D representations of their own data." -- Arthur Miller

electrically commented on 2026-05-21 02:00 (UTC)

While it cannot be proved retrospectively that any experience of possession, conversion, revelation, or divine ecstasy was merely an epileptic discharge, we must ask how one differentiates "real transcendence" from neuropathies that produce the same extreme realness, profundity, ineffability, and sense of cosmic unity. When accounts of sudden religious conversions in TLEs [temporal-lobe epileptics] are laid alongside the epiphanous revelations of the religious tradition, the parallels are striking. The same is true of the recent spate of alleged UFO abductees. Parsimony alone argues against invoking spirits, demons, or extraterrestrials when natural causes will suffice. -- Barry L. Beyerstein, "Neuropathology and the Legacy of Spiritual Possession", The Skeptical Inquirer, Vol. XII, No. 3, pg. 255

described commented on 2026-05-20 03:38 (UTC)

MS-DOS must die!

concertedly commented on 2026-05-19 16:58 (UTC)

I have stripped off my dress; must I put it on again? I have washed my feet; must I soil them again? When my beloved slipped his hand through the latch-hole, my bowels stirred within me [my bowels were moved for him (KJV)]. When I arose to open for my beloved, my hands dripped with myrrh; the liquid myrrh from my fingers ran over the knobs of the bolt. With my own hands I opened to my love, but my love had turned away and gone by; my heart sank when he turned his back. I sought him but I did not find him, I called him but he did not answer. The watchmen, going the rounds of the city, met me; they struck me and wounded me; the watchmen on the walls took away my cloak. [Song of Solomon 5:3-7 (NEB)]