Andi Safiah's Column: Spinoza According To
We are in the position of a little child, entering a huge library whose walls are covered to the ceiling with books in many different t ongues. Spinozas statue behind his house. Photograph: Ita Apulina Tarigan[/caption] The child knows that someone must have written those books. It does not know who or how. It does not understand the languages in which they are written. The child notes a definite plan in the arrangement of the books, a mysterious order, which it does not comprehend, but only dimly suspects.