Immanuel Kant, the father of philosophical skepticism, has been having a crisis. His cat, Schrödinger, is missing, and he's not sure if it's still alive or not.
"It's not the cat, it's the concept," he muttered to himself, "I've been so consumed by the limits of knowledge that I've lost sight of the thing-in-itself."
He stared at the blank wall, trying to will the cat into existence with the power of his pure reason. But all he saw was a faint outline of a cat, a mere appearance that refused to be actualized.
"I must apply the categorical imperative," he thought, "but what if Schrödinger is just a fleeting thought, a mere illusion? Then what's the point of it all?"
He paced back and forth, his long coat swirling around him like a dark cloud. "I'll never find the answer," he said to himself, "I'll just have to live with the uncertainty."
As he passed by a nearby bookshelf, he saw a book titled "The Metaphysics of Catnip." His eyes lit up, and he exclaimed, "Ah ha! The answer lies within the realm of cat philosophy!"
Read the Metaphysics of Catnip to learn more about Kant's existential crisis and the nature of reality.
Or, if you're feeling adventurous, explore the depths of his mental state.