De-Repose-ition

Alas, twas much more than a multitude of fortnights since thou hast been graced by my presence. "Why forth wast thou in said state of repose?," you asketh. Wherewith I was disenfranchised by the utterly innocuous conundrum of drum-like patterns repetitiously rattling throughout my cranium once read from the monitor of substandard socio-political persuasion, I twas benighted by the bewildering bananza of biblically oriented Oriental (that is to say Asian) offerings which hath been proffered by those who prefer the excruciating task of exegetical exactitude to the deep things of God, yea, the deep, deep things of God, so graciously groaned forth in a manner akin to the most violent inbraking of stomach cancer by the hagia pneuma, yes the τὸ πνεῦμα τὸ ἅγιον τοῦ θεοῦ. Such is to say that the lack of theo-contemplation of the pseudotheological persuasion¹ produced irreducible conniption fits in the core of my inner sanctum, my most holy of holies, that is my essentially essential essence, thus forcing my repose until such a time as this, when one Mr. Stefan Vázquez has called forth my memory in a kind and gracious act of allusion which eludes even the most barbaric of biblical studiers (LINK). This kind and gentle soul has added the rennet of deep theo-contemplation to the milk of biblica-blogging so that the curd of Ψευδοθεολογια could rise to the top leaving the whey of biblical bumbling in its wake. Hence it is with the recoiling of my memorandum that I return from my decomposed repose to once again bless world with my wit and wisdom.

¹ Of course by 'lack' I do not include the meanderings of Halden, Kim Fabricius, or any theobloggers of the like. There is never a shortage of Ψευδοθεολογια from these my esteemed colleagues.