I was roused from dogmatic slumber by Kant, much as he had been by Hume. I was jostled to consciousness by the Buddha: awake, awake, he said. I was nagged to alertness by my seven year old son, abetted in this by the two year old.
To the philosopher, the enlightened sage, and my boys, I have one thing to say: I need coffee.
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