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		<description><![CDATA[on the most tenuous of threads is traced
the fabric of fate
and life will play at the edge of experience
as we learn how gravity can fail
time can be cheated in the briefest of dreams
now, giddy from some idea of flying
one leaps, spinning
the lifetime of sitting flashing by
to find love where there was nothing
no mystery in her [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://palad1n.com/archives/2012/02/09/1600/</link>
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		<description><![CDATA[Beware the Devil: even when he tells the truth, he lies.]]></description>
		<link>http://palad1n.com/archives/2012/02/06/1599/</link>
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		<description><![CDATA[[We look for a time when Christians] will consider and practically remember, that all Christians are &#8220;called [to be] Saints,&#8221; and endued with the Holy Spirit of God; not indeed to inspire them with a new revelation, or to confer any miraculous gifts, (which do not either prove, or make, the possessor the more acceptable [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://palad1n.com/archives/2012/02/06/1598/</link>
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		<description><![CDATA[Egon Schiele: Agony

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		<link>http://palad1n.com/archives/2012/02/03/1597/</link>
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		<description><![CDATA[I am a child of the future. That is how I feel, at least sometimes: I look and see how the technology moves me, and I move the technology, how far flung the advances that have occurred even just in my lifetime have been. Interesting how, though, everyone&#8217;s yesteryear vision of the future was how [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://palad1n.com/archives/2012/01/31/1596/</link>
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		<description><![CDATA[Strange the things that keep hope alive. That which is dissipated by shouts, sustained by whispers: what casual glance ignited the cool blue flickerflame? What steady breath blown keeps aglow these careful embers? Yet myself I have been harboring at least one hope for years now, one that St. Jude, the patron saint of lost [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://palad1n.com/archives/2012/01/28/1595/</link>
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		<description><![CDATA[The Kiss

	There at my fingertips
danced the magic of a world;
there at my feet swam the rivers
that flowed through galaxies;
there, there at eye level
an angel prince who whispered
eldritch things, my secret name.
I remember the trees
all spoke in their arcane tree intonations,
that sung from bark to bark
the eons of withstanding;
I remember the mountains
that a lifetime could not [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://palad1n.com/archives/2012/01/25/1594/</link>
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		<description><![CDATA[Once a virtue is broken, suddenly, we have a price. No longer are we infinite and pure.]]></description>
		<link>http://palad1n.com/archives/2012/01/22/1593/</link>
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		<description><![CDATA[Abbot Lot came to Abbot Joseph and said: &#8220;Father, to the limit of my ability, I keep my little rule, my little fast, my prayer, meditation and contemplative silence; and to the limit of my ability, I work to cleanse my heart of thoughts; what more should I do?&#8221; The elder rose up in reply, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://palad1n.com/archives/2012/01/22/1592/</link>
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		<description><![CDATA[Joseph M. W. Turner: Snowstorm

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		<link>http://palad1n.com/archives/2012/01/19/1591/</link>
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