Reading Kant by Sunset

or "Critique of Pure Reason"

By Steve HansonPublished about a year ago • 1 min read

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Kant said: “Time is not

An empirical concept;”

I read by dusk’s light.

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Reading Kant by Sunset

or "Critique of Pure Reason"

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