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Thus do the greatest ever by sheer might Of natural penetration find their way Into the Innermost, where Being’s ray Burns unendurable, and in that light Their own with nature’s majesty unite To one high rhythm, stupendous interplay Of Thought and Being, perioded, gray With shadow, with serenest sunshine bright. So that old man of Koenigsberg profound, By night revolving two infinities, And so Spinoza, when his spirit found Intellect into Intuition rise, Envisaging creation from above, Where knowledge takes the perfect form of Love.

HESEPE, 14th June

The “Amor Dei intellectualis.”