In completely unrelated news
I was once helping some pagans with the roof of their cottage. It was pissing with rain, and we couldn't get up to finish the roof until the weather cleared up, so we were all huddled under a tarp waiting.

They were a bit narky about the delay, so I tried to mollify them by explaining that according to the doctrine of transcendental idealism, space and time are mere forms of intuition which structure all experience, and therefore that while "things-in-themselves" exist and contribute to experience, they are nonetheless distinct from the objects of experience. Thus, despite the fact that they *experienced* the sensation of being cold, wet, miserable and roofless, the true nature of things was unknowable to them.

They told me to fuck off. Just goes to show, never Kant your Wiccans before they're thatched.
(The Porcupine From Purgatory Writtern By the Winners, Wed 2 Dec 2020, 10:45, Reply)