Kant's Vision

The sage of Koenigsberg saw —
Not in chaos, but in form,
That philosophy, wild and free,
Could be shaped by laws
That govern numbers,
The cold and perfect geometry of the cosmos.
Others had sought to bind thought
To the rigid lines of geometry,
But he, with clearer sight, saw deeper:
Negative quantities,
Not as contradictions,
But as the very foundation of being.

Two forces, infinite, indestructible,
Do not annihilate ,
But give rise —
Like opposites in a higher calculus,
Their tension not destructive,
But the very wellspring.
Life unfolds, not in contradiction,
But in subtle, luminous order
That emerges from struggle.

And rare minds,
Not mere talent,
But true genius,
See that in the clash of opposites
Lies the very possibility of thought,
The ground of all metaphysical truth.