Spinoza

Reading this book is an entire experience. Tailored. Composed. Like Wind. You then find yourself immersed in an entirely different world, or, “plane”. You feel the third kind of Divine knowledge seeping into your mind, the idea of your body. You eventually find a romantic melody from Deleuze to Spinoza, filled with love and life. All the terms, concepts, ideas, jump up from the previous chapters and somehow composite into the most beautiful poetry. After finishing the book, I set it down and audibly gasped: “That was so good.”

It is almost like a masterpiece of video game, except with words. You progress along Deleuze's designated path, you might not understand all of it, then you plunge into the open world of alphabetical definitions. You jump back and forth and choose your own path. You then encounter an epic ending that gives meaning to all the following replays/rereads. Note that this comparison is purely affectional, the Spinozist way.