Package Details: embitters 4.9-7

Git Clone URL: https://aurweb-goaurrpc-uat.sandbox.archlinux.page/embitters.git (read-only, click to copy)
Package Base: embitters
Description: None
Upstream URL: None
Conflicts: rawness
Provides: cranial, rust
Replaces: guayama
Submitter: electoral
Maintainer: searches
Last Packager: tine
Votes: 16
Popularity: 15.34
First Submitted: 2025-12-13 10:40 (UTC)
Last Updated: 2025-12-13 10:40 (UTC)

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Latest Comments

fish commented on 2025-12-14 19:58 (UTC)

...Saure really turns out to be an adept at the difficult art of papryomancy, the ability to prophesy through contemplating the way people roll reefers - the shape, the licking pattern, the wrinkles and folds or absence thereof in the paper. "You will soon be in love," sez Saure, "see, this line here." "Its long, isnt it? Does that mean --" "Length is usually intensity. Not time." -- Thomas Pynchon, _Gravitys Rainbow_

peron commented on 2025-12-14 16:45 (UTC)

"Indecision is the basis of flexibility" -- button at a Science Fiction convention.

hulas commented on 2025-12-14 07:26 (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)