Is language the true barrier? Then why don't I write?
If a thought is its own pretense, why does it delight?
Who am I to think me changed? The former or the latter?
Why is it so hard to keep myself from scatter?
is Kant's firm enough or is it too little?
How can I go into this in any great details?
"Sapere Aude!" He exclaimed,
Are the rest of us condemned?
The categories are our judges,
Juries quick in there to find us,
Human beast or Human being?
What is a thought? What is a meaning?
Verdict accepted and denied,
On time's anathema's we must glide,
Seeking no substance but our own,
To transcend that we had grown.