The bible is not nominalist: Adam makes the names, but God makes the categories. (Adam naming the animals, English miniature, XIIIth century.)
The trash can of my mind
Solomon Molkho was a Jewish prophet and a former Portuguese maranno. In his book Sefer ha-Mefo’ar (the picture is the cover of a 1709 edition in Amsterdam), he introduced some Christian allegorical elements into Jewish theology. Widely considered as a prophet, initiator of a messianic movement, burned at the stake in 1532 by the Inquisition for apostasy (in spite of his friendship with the pope Clement VII), he was reportedly seen alive a few days after his death, like several other Jewish messiahs.
Sometimes the body feels like an awkward feeding implement for the brain, fitting like heavy winter clothes. I remember Raúl Ruiz writing somewhere, more casually, that the body is just a bag of shit hanging from the head (a whole philosophy of life summed up in a terse adage). I can’t help thinking that this feeling is behind some of the earliest mystical manifestations of the human mind (for example Genesis 3:21), and indeed the dream of a body-less consciousness is pervasive until the contemporary science-fiction writers. But it seems more and more difficult to believe that the separation between body and soul corresponds to any reality.