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The land of pure understanding is an island enclosed by nature in unalterable limits, surrounded by the ocean of illusion

The land of pure understanding is an island, enclosed by nature itself within unalterable limits: the land of truth, surrounded by a wide and stormy ocean that is the true seat of illusion.

A 235–236 / B 294–295 (AA 3:202.15–19). The image is Kant's own and the claim keeps it as an image: the "unveränderliche Grenzen" are set "durch die Natur selbst", and what lies beyond is "der eigentliche Sitz des Scheins", not a further land. The literal content, that the understanding's principles serve only for experience, is the next passage (3:203.04–09) and its own claim.

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Kritik der reinen Vernunft A 235–236 / B 294–295, Phenomena and Noumena, opening (AA 3:202.12–22)korpora.org, AA III 202

Wir haben jetzt das Land des reinen Verstandes nicht allein durchreiset und jeden Theil davon sorgfältig in Augenschein genommen, sondern es auch durchmessen und jedem Dinge auf demselben seine Stelle bestimmt. Dieses Land aber ist eine Insel und durch die Natur selbst in unveränderliche Grenzen eingeschlossen. Es ist das Land der Wahrheit (ein reizender Name), umgeben von einem weiten und stürmischen Oceane, dem eigentlichen Sitze des Scheins, wo manche Nebelbank und manches bald wegschmelzende Eis neue Länder lügt und, indem es den auf Entdeckungen herumschwärmenden Seefahrer unaufhörlich mit leeren Hoffnungen täuscht, ihn in Abenteuer verflechtet, von denen er niemals ablassen und sie doch auch niemals zu Ende bringen kann.

We have now not only travelled through the land of pure understanding and carefully inspected every part of it, but have also surveyed it and determined for everything in it its place. But this land is an island, enclosed by nature itself within unalterable limits. It is the land of truth (a charming name), surrounded by a wide and stormy ocean, the true seat of illusion, where many a fog bank and many a quickly melting ice feigns new lands and, by ceaselessly deceiving the seafarer roving about on discoveries with empty hopes, entangle him in adventures from which he can never desist and yet can never bring to an end. — the project

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