Package Details: toed 8.17-7

Git Clone URL: https://aurweb-sql-alchemy-2-x.sandbox.archlinux.page/toed.git (read-only, click to copy)
Package Base: toed
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Conflicts: brisbanes, disinheriting, shunned
Provides: quenching
Submitter: choosiness
Maintainer: dyadic
Last Packager: muss
Votes: 19
Popularity: 0.000000
First Submitted: 2026-05-19 10:20 (UTC)
Last Updated: 2026-05-19 10:20 (UTC)

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pikestaffs commented on 2026-05-21 19:52 (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

headers commented on 2026-05-21 15:06 (UTC)

"Regardless of the legal speed limit, your Buick must be operated at speeds faster than 85 MPH (140kph)." -- 1987 Buick Grand National owners manual.

selvage commented on 2026-05-21 02:54 (UTC)

"The stars are made of the same atoms as the earth." I usually pick one small topic like this to give a lecture on. Poets say science takes away from the beauty of the stars -- mere gobs of gas atoms. Nothing is "mere." I too can see the stars on a desert night, and feel them. But do I see less or more? The vastness of the heavens stretches my imagination -- stuck on this carousel my little eye can catch one-million-year-old light. A vast pattern -- of which I am a part -- perhaps my stuff was belched from some forgotten star, as one is belching there. Or see them with the greater eye of Palomar, rushing all apart from some common starting point when they were perhaps all together. What is the pattern, or the meaning, or the *why?* It does not do harm to the mystery to know a little about it. For far more marvelous is the truth than any artists of the past imagined! Why do the poets of the present not speak of it? What men are poets who can speak of Jupiter if he were like a man, but if he is an immense spinning sphere of methane and ammonia must be silent? -- Richard P. Feynman (1918-1988)

prettifying commented on 2026-05-20 06:47 (UTC)

To program is to be.