“We have not only travelled around . . . but actually traversed the land of pure intellect, and defined everything in its place. However, this land is an island . . . surrounded by a wide stormy ocean . . . where many banks of fog and a great deal of ice beginning to melt pose as new lands, and by incessantly fooling the sailor who is eagerly moving about filled with false hopes in quest of discoveries, entangles him in adventures from which he will never desist and yet will never be able to complete.”
Does anybody know which piece of writing it was from, or its context? Is this the correct wording? I think it is fairly obvious what it is about, however, I’d like to know the background a bit better…
I have no idea. Its strangely poetic for Kant. I’m going to guess (but i’m probably wrong) that this is from Critique of Judgment. Well, I’ve read Critique of Judgment and I don’t remember it though. It seems like a side rant of some sort.
Sorry no one has been of better help to you. If you want to read Kant maybe I could suggest a starting place: Groundwork for the Metaphysics of Morals. or maybe just the metaphysics of morals.