Add caption It was just another Coronavirus Sunday between the solitary walls of my home. Although after several months of isolation I was still feeling able to face what was going on, for some reason on that particular Sunday the idea of spending another day among my thoughts and memories became a little too hard to accept. Sages crave for the loneliness of the desert to face their lives and their visions and understand them; unfortunately, I am not a sage and the lack of social activities makes my days too long and too desolate. Social isolation leaves me alone with the painful events of my life, and when my aloneness lasts too long, I find it difficult to understand the meaning of existence. Despite my reluctance to face another day with myself, I decided to make the best of it and looked for a book that would help me use the time wisely; I decided to use the time to clarify some of my unfinished businesses. It was then that I suddenly remembered Baruch Spinoza, that magnificent phi...
