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Message Incoming...
Source Melchizedek.0294
Approach β Hyi
Ascension 00h 25m 45.07037s
Declination 77° 15 15.2860″
Distance 24.35ly
Equinox J2000.0 SOL
Year 3782, QEC adjusted
[Autotranslator enabled...]
Prezzi Adeyemi, Seriph Rhetorical Ecclesia
:::
Melchizedek Serial 0294 Ecclesiastic Report
Ship damaged en route to Beta Hydrii
- Full loss of fore botany bay
- Loss of ship's doctor in incident
- Food stores at half
- Unknown anomaly affected gene sequencing of arabidopsis
- Possible crew gene anomalies (Simms, Hildar P., Sargent)
- No damage sustained to genetic dispersal array
Melchizedek has shut down gravity sheer and is decelerating into
system presently. Navigator Hämäläinen is on watch for
electrophonic bolides. Our shielding is adequate for any other
space debris expected.
At present rate we will set down on the fourth planet in system in
17 hours, local chronology. Time dilation should be minimal.
The full crew will trigger their wake sequences from hibernation
upon landfall. Specialist Janssen will head operations to secure
structural damage from the jettisoned fore botany bay. Doctors
Kroups and Xavier have augmented our rationing system due to
reduced material.
Warrant Master Pasani's mental stresses are significant. Cognitive
inhibitions have been demonstrated at 14 individual intervals.
Rest and meditation schedules have been met and he shows no signs
of chronic impairment. No recommended remediation at this time.
Personal note:
The crew has acted admirably and in accordance with their station.
.

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Message Incoming...
Source Melchizedek.0294
Approach β Hyi
Ascension 00h 25m 45.07037s
Declination 77° 15 15.2860″
Distance 24.35ly
Equinox J2000.0 SOL
Year 3782, QEC adjusted
[Autotranslator enabled...]
Stephanie Janssen, Specialist First-class
:::
Holy shit, Prezzi gave us a compliment!
...and what was that about Simms?
.

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Entry 6 -- Sister Hawwa
Eve
My brothers and sisters-
Hawwa should give them the question and put them to judgement.
Their path is guided by Allah and they will be judged on their
last day. Jinn live much longer than people, and they live hidden
away in worlds apart. They take from humans and prey upon them.
In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth. The
earth was without form and void, and darkness was over the face
of the deep. And the Spirit of God was hovering over the face of
the waters.
Shatter the illusion!
The Spirit hovers above the darkness again at the dawn of a new
beginning. The Spirit spills from my sisters, overflowing. His
will be done.
And God said, "Let there be light," and there was light. And God
saw that the light was good.
The light comes to this world, to the monsters made of fire and
mist. They have dwelt in the darkness, in the deep, for too long.
They hid from the light, hid from the flood, and found their prey
among the Chosen. They have been judged.
Then God said, "Let us make man in our image, after our
likeness. And let them have dominion--"
So God created man in his own image,
in the image of God he created him;
male and female he created them.
I am Hawwa. My God has given me dominion over the Jinn, as with
all creatures. He gave my people to the garden, and the garden to
my people. It was my mother Eve, for whom I am named, that tasted
of the Tree. It was her that the LORD said has become like one of
us in knowing good and evil. That is my inheritance, the good and
evil and the knowledge of it.
With my sisters we judge the actions of the Jinn and know them to
be evil. We are granted that knowledge with our sin and have paid
for it with the birth of every child and the sweat of work in the
fields. Out of dust we were taken and to it we return for all time
until eschaton.
From those first days in the garden we have been plagued by the
serpents. They lie to us and lead us astray. They clothe
themselves in the skin of my people. They wear the faces of our
children and take young wives from their marital beds. They lure
away the shepherds from their flocks and send their own tricksters
to pose as our friends.
The Jinn celebrate in their churches, dine at their tables,
celebrate their weddings. They do these things that were given to
men and women, the blessed and chosen of the LORD, in a mockery of
creation. They, unburdened by the curse of the tree, have swelled
beyond our numbers and our powers. They have taken their hidden
nature into the stars and dwell in the darkness between.
And God said, "Let there be light," and there was light. And God
saw that the light was good.
They are animals, creatures of the ground. They are no different
from the thorns and thistles our ancestors struggled with except
in one thing. Unburdened by knowledge of good and evil and
possessed of stolen grace, they have usurped the birthright of
man. Their existence is hidden from God, wearing our skin.
I am a daughter of Adam, of Seth, of Enosh, of Kenan, of
Mahalalel, of Jared and Enoch, of Methuselah and Lamech, of Noah.
I am a daughter of Eve and Alma, Adah and Zillah, Naamah. I call
my mother Sarah and Iscah, Milcah and Hajar, who is now my sister.
You are my sisters and brothers, my humans of the stars. I see
your whispers in the darkness and calls for help to one another.
We read your adventures and see the light of humanity reaching
corners we never dreamed. You give us hope and it brightens the
light we shine. We will survive. Our people will survive. No
matter what the Jinn do to us, humanity has gone beyond their
reach. For that we thank God and we thank you, sisters, no matter
what form you may take. May his light follow you in the deep and
lead you to safety.
We are the Holy Sisters of the Desert Rose. Oleander is the name
given our ship, and a fitting one it is. The poison of these
leaves stains us. It poisons our hearts with a sin of vengeance
that does not wash away. Every one of my sisters here feels it on
her skin, under her tongue. We seek absolution and forgiveness for
the rot in our hearts, but we accept our fates regardless. If we
go to torment then we go with smiles knowing that our arrow will
strike true. A true vendetta heart beats within us. And yet, we
hope God will see the torment and forgive us where our own mercy
fails. The Jinn are not men and the ways of the prophets do not
call us to kinship with them. They are beasts, and a wild beast
must be slaughtered.
These Jinn have lived apart all their existence. Their lives are
long. Some stories say that they tasted of the other tree in the
garden before they were cast out as well. They tasted of life
without knowledge, while we suffer with knowledge and without
life. It is possible that there are some below us now who were in
the garden with my mother Eve. I wonder if they will recognize her
hand in what is to come.
I will put enmity between you and the woman
God set us at each other from the start. May it be that this wrath
we feel is not sin, but justice divine?
The magic of the Jinn has always been an unknown. Their ways of
being apart from the world and yet in it have confounded
generations. We fly through the stars, we split atoms, we shift
gravity, we unlock man-made dimensionality, yet they are always
apart. What is this mystery that surrounds them that gives them
advantage over us. It has plagued us in more than just thought.
They are the star eaters, the world breakers, the desert mirage,
the elfin kingdoms. They are eternal mystery. Unknowable and
indefatigable.
Until Asiya.
Until Hajar.
Until Miriam and Sara.
Until me.
It began with Asiya's dream. They came in a dream that became
a nightmare and which she can never wake. She is still there on
Hazen, though with much prayer we have been able to give her
glimpses through.
The veil of dreams is parted not through medicines or machines,
but through meditation and the manipulation of the mind.
Our evolution as a species has been one of the mind. We have grown
in complexity through biological changes until the greatest
physical expression became a mental one. When we learned to use
the first tools, when we harnessed fire, we did so by tempering
our minds to a task. Our wrought history of violence and suffering
has evolved that mind to grow many new powers.
With one flex comes the sciences. Our observation and deduction
give us understanding of the rules which bind us. Our knowing
gives us induction and inspiration toward creation and
exploration. Science is a beautiful gift of God.
But we have greater gifts! A complex love that knows no equal.
Where there are ten people, there are a hundred loves!
And valor! What greater demonstration of the power of the mind
over the body is there? And as it is taught
There is no greater love than this: that a person would lay down
his life for the sake of his friends.
When Hajar saw Uzāir at the well, the squinting in the sun, the
tricks of light, and the sudden surprise of silence... What let
that boy see the Jinn before the women gathered at the well? What
put him between them? By what arcane power did Uzāir pierce the
veil, do you think, my sisters?
The veil is built of fear. It lives in a place of dreams, of
nightmares. They move past eyes like those unseeing in the midst
of a night terror. The terror blinds us to reality, but is not
a terror of fear, rather the mysterium tremendum, the ineffable,
the unknowable. It is the fear of the deep, unmade world.
Asiya's dream has taught us the rules the Jinn and Hajar's witness
taught us the way through. These are the tools with which we
practice our art. Our meditation and prayer are disciplines of
that art. For an art it is we have here in this Istishhad.
To part this terror requires the greatest of loves. It must draw
from a place beyond fear, from the ecstasy of the unknowing beast
in the awe of its creator. To part this terror requires
abandonment of self into the void. This is the lesson of the Tree.
Our knowledge came with a cost. Dust to dust, good and evil, but
not life.
This is my mystery. This is the story of the first time I died.
... (lots to add here about Hawwa's backstory)
... (Wrap it up)
Something about the veil being torn or reversing it, humans able
to slip in and out but not the Jinn. It's faith-based, not
scientifically observable, follows some unknown principles,
... but do not fear it, men of science. As a stranger give it
welcome.
... (do the act)
... (sign-off of computer log or something similar)
-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

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James Tomasino
This is my bio. There are many like it but this one is mine.

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flecks of alien constellations.
Machines whirred to life throughout the ship as I began salvage
procedures. Cranium was halfway to the cargo hold before I could
be sure the airlock was sealed properly. Hex and I arrived just in
procedures. Cranium was halfway to the cargo hold before I could be
sure the airlock was resealed properly. Hex and I arrived just in
time to watch Mr Swarm disintegrate into an thousands of miniatures
of himself, climbing in and out of every crevice of the box. The
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Cranium looked at each other knowingly. Mr Swarm and I ran into the
cockpit.
"There's this black stuff all over the 13th datablock" crackled Hex
over the intercom, "the overhead too - what's going on up there?"
"It's left this black stuff all over the overhead" crackled Hex
over the intercom, "across the datastores, and straight through the
floor again - what's going on up there?"
"We're locked out, all I can tell is we're set on a collision
course with the planet." I said.
"We're locked out of the controls, all I can tell is we're at full
speed and on a collision course with the planet." I replied.
Thin strands pulsated rainbows of light to and from a large blobs
on the ceilings and walls.
"I don't think it's going to hurt us, it's too focused on where
it's going." Hex said, "it's taking us somewhere."
"There isn't much we can do now except see what it it wants, can
we?" the Commander chimed in.
we?" the Commander asked.
He was right. 10 minutes until landing, no time to waste.
"I don't think it's going to hurt us, it's too focused on where
it's going." Hex said.
Mr Swarm gingerly poked a blob with a screwdriver, his hand jerked
back with a spark, leaving the screwdriver spinning towards the
floor. 9 minutes. "Suit up!" Commander Cranium commanded.
Thin gooey strands pumped to and from a large blobs on the ceilings
and walls, faintly shimmering like rainbow lights. "Suit up!"
Commander Cranium commanded. 9 minutes, 30 seconds. Mr Swarm
gingerly poked a blob with a screwdriver, his hand jerked back with
a spark, leaving the screwdriver spinning towards the floor. 9
minutes.
9 minutes, 30 seconds. I pulled on my gloves and heavy boots,
checked the respirators connections and walked into the main
corridor. Hex's athame reflected the dim rainbow lights of the
alien satellite. 6 minutes, 30 seconds.
I pulled on my gloves and heavy boots, checked the respirators
connections and walked into the main room. Hex's athame glinted in the
light. 6 minutes, 30 seconds.
Mr Swarm came in wearing his carapace of armor, followed by the
Commander who has to bend his head awkwardly to fit his helmet
through the door.
"Remember the landing plan," Cranium instructed, "we have to be
able to defend ourselves, but not appear to be hostile... The
computer says we should be able to breath the atmosphere, but I
don't think we should take any chances trusting it while that thing
is in control of the ship. Like Hex said, this thing isn't killing
us, but for how long?" 5 minutes, 30 seconds.

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Space junk pinged off the hull of the ship, echoing dully from
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Valval met me at foods after work today.
We all call it that but its really called "the commissary of edibilities".
Come on, with a name like that, you would call it “foods” too. We both know it.
Speaking of you, I should give you a name, my beautiful bundle of paper.
How about 美丽 !
Perfect.
If course, my Měilì, you can object at any time and Ill call you something else.
Oh yes, Valval met me at foods and we were talking about the end of classes.
Its so hard for me to believe its over and we wont be seeing each other every day anymore.
I wont miss that 婊子 bbsee.
I hope her assignment is in a black hole.
Can you believe that on our LAST day of class she managed to rip my stocking and didnt even apologize?
Nothing!
I had to spend an hour in the fab room, again, fixing it.
I didnt tell anyone, but I was crying the whole time too. She ruins everything.
I ended up missing the beginning of the graduation ceremony since its “formal dress” so I couldnt go there without my stockings.
Since Im telling you secrets, I hate my stockings so much.
They itch and feel rough and arent the right colors anymore,
but we dont have the material for new ones so I needed to use recycled fabric.
Maybe one day, if Im REALLY good in the radio room, Ill get stockings that make me look pretty AND feel good.
Got to go
A

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0The sun never sets on hope - Foods /The sun never sets on hope/005foods.txt
0RSS Revenant - 5 minutes /RSS Revenant/1624.txt
0Melchizedek - HOLY SHIT /Melchizedek/015.txt
0Melchizedek - Rhetorical Ecclesiastic Report /Melchizedek/014.txt
0Laketown Ark Prime - Mission Status Report 2 /Laketown Ark Prime/LTAP-report-2.txt
0Voortrekker - i mean i was surprised, but it didn't feel *wrong* /Voortrekker/25-i-mean-i-was-surprised-but.txt
0Quartz - Trying to See /Quartz/005.txt

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<title>Cosmic Voyage</title>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage</link>
<description>Messages from the human stellar diaspora</description>
<item>
<title>The sun never sets on hope - Foods</title>
<author>kneezle@cosmic.voyage (kneezle)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/The sun never sets on hope/005foods.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/The sun never sets on hope/005foods.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Thu, 14 Feb 2019 21:50:01 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Valval met me at foods after work today.
We all call it that but its really called "the commissary of edibilities".
Come on, with a name like that, you would call it “foods” too. We both know it.
Speaking of you, I should give you a name, my beautiful bundle of paper.
How about 美丽 !
Perfect.
If course, my Měilì, you can object at any time and Ill call you something else.
Oh yes, Valval met me at foods and we were talking about the end of classes.
Its so hard for me to believe its over and we wont be seeing each other every day anymore.
I wont miss that 婊子 bbsee.
I hope her assignment is in a black hole.
Can you believe that on our LAST day of class she managed to rip my stocking and didnt even apologize?
Nothing!
I had to spend an hour in the fab room, again, fixing it.
I didnt tell anyone, but I was crying the whole time too. She ruins everything.
I ended up missing the beginning of the graduation ceremony since its “formal dress” so I couldnt go there without my stockings.
Since Im telling you secrets, I hate my stockings so much.
They itch and feel rough and arent the right colors anymore,
but we dont have the material for new ones so I needed to use recycled fabric.
Maybe one day, if Im REALLY good in the radio room, Ill get stockings that make me look pretty AND feel good.
Got to go
A
</pre>]]></description>
</item>
<item>
<title>RSS Revenant - 5 minutes</title>
<author>kirch@cosmic.voyage (kirch)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/RSS Revenant/1624.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/RSS Revenant/1624.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Thu, 14 Feb 2019 05:01:23 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
"Trajectory found," the computer declared, "ENGINES: ONLINE."
The ship lurched forward, nearly knocking us to the floor. Hex and
Cranium looked at each other knowingly. Mr Swarm and I ran into the
cockpit.
"It's left this black stuff all over the overhead" crackled Hex
over the intercom, "across the datastores, and straight through the
floor again - what's going on up there?"
"We're locked out of the controls, all I can tell is we're at full
speed and on a collision course with the planet." I replied.
Thin strands pulsated rainbows of light to and from a large blobs
on the ceilings and walls.
"I don't think it's going to hurt us, it's too focused on where
it's going." Hex said, "it's taking us somewhere."
"There isn't much we can do now except see what it it wants, can
we?" the Commander asked.
He was right. 10 minutes until landing, no time to waste.
Mr Swarm gingerly poked a blob with a screwdriver, his hand jerked
back with a spark, leaving the screwdriver spinning towards the
floor. 9 minutes. "Suit up!" Commander Cranium commanded.
9 minutes, 30 seconds. I pulled on my gloves and heavy boots,
checked the respirators connections and walked into the main
corridor. Hex's athame reflected the dim rainbow lights of the
alien satellite. 6 minutes, 30 seconds.
Mr Swarm came in wearing his carapace of armor, followed by the
Commander who has to bend his head awkwardly to fit his helmet
through the door.
"Remember the landing plan," Cranium instructed, "we have to be
able to defend ourselves, but not appear to be hostile... The
computer says we should be able to breath the atmosphere, but I
don't think we should take any chances trusting it while that thing
is in control of the ship. Like Hex said, this thing isn't killing
us, but for how long?" 5 minutes, 30 seconds.
</pre>]]></description>
</item>
<item>
<title>Melchizedek - HOLY SHIT</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/015.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/015.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Thu, 14 Feb 2019 02:30:12 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Message Incoming...
Source Melchizedek.0294
Approach β Hyi
Ascension 00h 25m 45.07037s
Declination 77° 15 15.2860″
Distance 24.35ly
Equinox J2000.0 SOL
Year 3782, QEC adjusted
[Autotranslator enabled...]
Stephanie Janssen, Specialist First-class
:::
Holy shit, Prezzi gave us a compliment!
...and what was that about Simms?
.
</pre>]]></description>
</item>
<item>
<title>Melchizedek - Rhetorical Ecclesiastic Report</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/014.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Melchizedek/014.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Thu, 14 Feb 2019 02:24:50 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Message Incoming...
Source Melchizedek.0294
Approach β Hyi
Ascension 00h 25m 45.07037s
Declination 77° 15 15.2860″
Distance 24.35ly
Equinox J2000.0 SOL
Year 3782, QEC adjusted
[Autotranslator enabled...]
Prezzi Adeyemi, Seriph Rhetorical Ecclesia
:::
Melchizedek Serial 0294 Ecclesiastic Report
Ship damaged en route to Beta Hydrii
- Full loss of fore botany bay
- Loss of ship's doctor in incident
- Food stores at half
- Unknown anomaly affected gene sequencing of arabidopsis
- Possible crew gene anomalies (Simms, Hildar P., Sargent)
- No damage sustained to genetic dispersal array
Melchizedek has shut down gravity sheer and is decelerating into
system presently. Navigator Hämäläinen is on watch for
electrophonic bolides. Our shielding is adequate for any other
space debris expected.
At present rate we will set down on the fourth planet in system in
17 hours, local chronology. Time dilation should be minimal.
The full crew will trigger their wake sequences from hibernation
upon landfall. Specialist Janssen will head operations to secure
structural damage from the jettisoned fore botany bay. Doctors
Kroups and Xavier have augmented our rationing system due to
reduced material.
Warrant Master Pasani's mental stresses are significant. Cognitive
inhibitions have been demonstrated at 14 individual intervals.
Rest and meditation schedules have been met and he shows no signs
of chronic impairment. No recommended remediation at this time.
Personal note:
The crew has acted admirably and in accordance with their station.
.
</pre>]]></description>
</item>
<item>
<title>Laketown Ark Prime - Mission Status Report 2</title>
<author>terris@cosmic.voyage (terris)</author>
@ -2226,7 +2403,7 @@ THIS IS AN OPERATIONAL RESPONSE
<author>kirch@cosmic.voyage (kirch)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/RSS Revenant/1623.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/RSS Revenant/1623.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 10 Feb 2019 04:18:56 GMT</pubDate>
<pubDate>Thu, 14 Feb 2019 03:47:17 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
"MAIN SCREEN, TURN ON!"
@ -2238,8 +2415,8 @@ nestled in loops of gold filigree, all reflecting the millions of
flecks of alien constellations.
Machines whirred to life throughout the ship as I began salvage
procedures. Cranium was halfway to the cargo hold before I could
be sure the airlock was sealed properly. Hex and I arrived just in
procedures. Cranium was halfway to the cargo hold before I could be
sure the airlock was resealed properly. Hex and I arrived just in
time to watch Mr Swarm disintegrate into an thousands of miniatures
of himself, climbing in and out of every crevice of the box. The
cargo-scanner showing no dangers on any of it's graphs, only a tiny

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printf "%s - Ship Log\\n" "$ship"
tac "/var/gopher/listing.gophermap" | sed "s|^0||" | awk '{print 0 NR " >> " $0}' | grep "^.*>>\\ ${ship}"
printf "\\n\\nLicense:\\n"
printf "\\n\\n"
auth="/var/gopher/${ship}/AUTHOR"
if [ -f "$auth" ]; then
printf "0© %s %s\\t/%s/AUTHOR\\n" "$(date +%Y)" "$(head -n 1 "$auth")" "$ship"
else
printf "© %s %s\\n" "$(date +%Y)" "$(stat -c %U "/var/gopher/${ship}")"
fi
lic="/var/gopher/${ship}/LICENSE"
if [ -f "$lic" ]; then
printf "0%s\\t/%s/LICENSE" "$(head -n 1 "$lic")" "$ship"

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<pre>
Dotfiles are files or directories on *nix systems which filesystem
utilities do not display by default when showing a directory
listing.
To list these files, run: ls -a
On cosmic.voyage there are several dotfiles that you may want to
customize
1. ~/.plan & ~/.project
These files are displayed when someone checks your account with the
`finger` command. Create these files with the editor of your choice
inside your HOME directory. The .plan file should contain a few
lines with general information about you or your account. The
.project file should only contain one line, generally contains
information about your short-term goals. You can create either or
both of these files, if both exist the .project file should be
output about the .plan file when somebody runs `finger <your
username>@cosmic.voyage`
2. ~/ship/<ship name>/.description
This file provides a description for your ship/colony/output where
you can introduce your story or provide more information as you see
fit.
3. .profile / .bashrc
These files change the way your shell runs, you can change your
default text editor by adding a line like:
export EDITOR=vim
to change your default text editor from jed to vim, or you can
create aliases as shortcuts to your favorite commands with lines
like:
alias ll='ls -oFhA'
this one will list the contents of a directory, append a character
to indicate the files type, and print the file size in a
human-readable format. There's tons of options that can be tweaked
in here.
4. other config files
.muttrc & .pinerc files can be written to customize the mutt and
alpine email clients respectively.
.signature file will be used by some email apps to be appended as a
signature on outgoing messages.
.vim & .vimrc is a directory of configurations and a single
configuration file to customize the way the vim text editor works.
<a href="/var/wiki/index.html">Home</a>
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- <a href="faq.html">Frequently Asked Questions</a>
- <a href="rules.html">The Rules</a>
- <a href="text-editors.html">Available Text Editors</a>
- <a href="dotfiles.html">Dotfiles and customization</a>
- <a href="license.html">Copyright and Licensing</a>
- <a href="changelog.html">System Changelog</a>
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