tuseness of the minds that marvelled at it. Miracle becomes another name for ignorance. Spinoza says: “I have taken miracles and ignorance as equivalent terms.”[1] Jesus and the apostles did things that caused the mouths of their dull contemporaries to gape open in blank amazement. The little secret by which they did it, however, they were not frank enough to disclose. The honor of doing this was reserved for another and has finally been conferred on Mary Baker G. Eddy per Spinoza, the Jew, assisted materially, that is, spiritually, by certain heathen philosophers; I mean, directed wholly by them.
Mrs. Eddy, like Spinoza, is a Neoplatonist that holds only verbally to the Bible. That is, she is a pagan bird displaying the bright plumage of Christian nomenclature. Ralph Waldo Emerson, I said, had too much honor to do this. He grew his own feathers. But underneath the livery in which they do their fussing and strutting respectively, is much unsavory meat.
- ↑ Letter, 23.
