t Peirce echoes Kant, and to get what it
means you only have to call up to your mind
a typical moment when inquiry begins, where
before there is sheer chaos, confusion, and
the booming buzzing mutter of the 10^4 bits,
a state so annoising and irritating that no
body but no body can help to want to remote
the self from it, just like Lake Co-Product,
A Nice Place To Be From.  To get outta here
requires an abductive seizure of the moment,
a grasp of the thistle, a leap of the fates,
that will bring a Form to c