In Konigsberg's silent, winding streets,
A scholar kept a clockwork beat—
Immanuel Kant, whose daily round
Set city watches to their sound.
A mind both shaped by science’ light
And mystic mother’s faith at night,
He stood where reason, faith, and sense
Met at Enlightenment’s immense
And trembling, storied, ancient cross,
Where gain for one meant some were loss.
Hume, thirteen years ahead in age,
Had...
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