Here Kant advances
one of his most
notorious views
that whatever
it is that impinges
on us from the
mind-independent
world does not
come located
in a spatial nor
even a temporal matrix.
Rather, it is
the mind that
organizes this
‘manifold of
raw intuition',
as he called it,
spatially and temporally.
The mind has
two pure forms
of intuition,
space and time,
built into it to
allow it to do so.
(‘Pure' means ‘not derived from experience'.)
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