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	<title>Comments on: Summarizing Jenson on God and Time</title>
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		<title>By: Daniel Imburgia</title>
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		<dc:creator>Daniel Imburgia</dc:creator>
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		<description>This kind of theological writing reminds me of Wittgenstein’s (recanted) Tractatus.  But at his deathbed Ludwig asked for a priest, but insisted he not say anything out loud.  What one wants then is a Love letter, or poetry, or even a single’s add, much more than sequential propositions about the biological mechanics of procreation.  Of course I read this while on (what felt/feels like) my H1N1 flu deathbed.  That may be a good test for what is really important to us (more than the desert Island experiment).  Which book do you reach for in between retching, sneezing and coughing.  I went for a rosary, Correto, and watching the Soprano’s.  Pray for the sick, Obliged, Daniel I.</description>
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