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		<title>dancing</title>
		<description>The Ferry

I kneel and bow and pray you come with me,
And we will dance beneath these scattered lights,
Concealed for days by dawn’s diviner rites,
Until each night unseals our wait and see.
Dance with me as I ask on bended knee:
Awash in ocean’s orchestrated nights,
Afloat in inky blackness that indicts
Another reason, no, ...</description>
		<link>http://inkanblot.com/blog/2008/06/27/dancing/</link>
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		<title>operant conditioning</title>
		<description>All knowing is adversely affected by the fall, yet people can—under the right conditions—attain reasonable beliefs on the things that matter most.
(Doug Groothuis, "The Christian Worldview in Classical Philosophical Categories")

True enough.  But "the right conditions" remain critical, and open to interpretation in lieu of an eschatological realization:  crucial, ...</description>
		<link>http://inkanblot.com/blog/2008/06/13/operant-conditioning/</link>
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		<title>credo iv</title>
		<description>I believe that Jesus Christ willingly went to death for my sake, and that of other believers; that his death was unjustly ordered by collusion of the Roman Pontius Pilate, the Jewish Sanhedrin, and the Hellenic collaborator King Herod; that he was publicly executed by crucifixion, known to be dead ...</description>
		<link>http://inkanblot.com/blog/2008/05/13/credo-iv/</link>
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		<title>hurting the theatre of cruelty</title>
		<description>(Comment Me No Comments: YouTube - Johnny Cash Hurt)

OK, so there's something reflexive about this.  At my other blog, I posted for those interested in watching the videos.

This is theory, or something like it.
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		<link>http://inkanblot.com/blog/2008/05/13/hurting-the-theatre-of-cruelty/</link>
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		<title>visual culture</title>
		<description>Does, apparently, exist.
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		<link>http://inkanblot.com/blog/2008/05/10/visual-culture/</link>
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		<title>worth wrestling with</title>
		<description>A portion of a prayer from one who influenced me deeply:
Give us that which, our heavenly Father, Wesley really understood, and Finney, the evangelist that most people know in this country and Whitefield and many of the others. A call for the individual to accept Christ as Savior and come ...</description>
		<link>http://inkanblot.com/blog/2008/05/09/worth-wrestling-with/</link>
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		<title>losing my religion</title>
		<description>Coleridge's problems did not only come from his laudanum addiction.  Look at one of the poems we most obviously identify with the ill-understood effects of withdrawal, and see if you cannot see here in the beginning the reason Coleridge woke from sleep with terrors--or, rather, as those pangs were ...</description>
		<link>http://inkanblot.com/blog/2008/05/09/losing-my-religion/</link>
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		<title>whence came I hither?</title>
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		<link>http://inkanblot.com/blog/2008/05/09/whence-came-i-hither/</link>
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		<title>not from around here</title>
		<description>Some years before he was my professor for Writers & Fundamentalisms and The Bible and Literary Theory, Dr. David Lyle Jeffrey warned us all:
The seventeenth century--no less than the second century or the twentieth century--abounds in examples of would-be faithful Christians who, lacking the sound hermeneutical basis which comes from ...</description>
		<link>http://inkanblot.com/blog/2008/05/09/not-from-around-here/</link>
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		<title>drifting</title>
		<description>Getting the Drift

Today I find my world in banking snow,
Accounting for this winter’s days, the cold
Within my heart, and costs still left untold
Until I settle down with one I owe.
In silent drifts I heap up all I know,
Accumulating here like Fafnir’s gold,
Sole hoard of things I’ve bought that never sold,
Investment ...</description>
		<link>http://inkanblot.com/blog/2008/02/07/drifting/</link>
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