Immanuel Kant died, and was buried. A worm wound through his eyes and then back to the dirt, where it lived two more days before being caught by a fisherman. With this worm he caught a fish. He served the fish to his wife; that night they conceived a son. Generations later their descendant murdered Michael Jordan’s father in a robbery, seeking money to pay debts incurred betting against the Bulls. Captured, he fell in love with his cellmate, Barry—a descendant, incredibly, of Kant. Call me crazy, but I believe in destiny. How about I buy you a drink?
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
CRITIQUE OF PURE REASON
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