A quiet man walks the same path each day,
his steps as measured
as his mind.

In a small Prussian town,
he maps the limits
of what we can know.
Not with telescopes,
but with thought.

The stars above,
the moral law within,
he holds both
in equal awe.

Freedom,
not in chaos,
but in reason.
Not in doing what we want,
but in choosing what is right.

He tells us:
the world is not simply seen,
it is shaped
by how we see it.
Space,time,cause,
frames of a mind
seeking meaning.

He never strayed far,
yet he moved the world.
A revolution,
not of politics,
but of thought.