Sometimes I feel like Immanuel Kant after his Critique of Pure Reason flopped miserably when it was first published in 1787. "It's too frickin' long," cited one contemporary critic, Johann Gottfried Herder. "I just can't get through all of this gossamer," using the slang word for "800 pages of terse philosophical rhetoric." It wasn't until Karl Reinhold started writing about how great Kant was in a series of responses to the Pantheism Dispute that dominated the Enlightenment era that Kant was given his fair dues.
What I'm saying is that maybe I need one of you to share my philosophies with the general public so I can start making some money off of this shit. These "I Love Duster" t-shirts are not moving like I anticipated.
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