Benedict Spinoza's contingency was
grinding optical lenses,
his oeuvre the anatomy of the soul
turning medievalism on its head
heaven was neither ethereal or earth bound
A brave man.
Jan 16, 2013
Jan 16, 2013 at 1:02 PM UTC
Benedict Spinoza's contingency was
grinding optical lenses,
his oeuvre the anatomy of the soul
turning medievalism on its head
heaven was neither ethereal or earth bound
A brave man.
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