The Supersensible (n.) within us is the unique key to the enigma of taste — a key itself hidden from us in its sources.
The Supersensible (n.) is the hidden common root where mechanism and purpose might agree — of which we can form not the slightest positive concept.
Supersensible (n.) is an immeasurable space filled, for us, with thick night, crossed only by the light of reason's own need.
The Supersensible (n.) is an unbounded but inaccessible field, in which we search in vain for a single plot of territory to know.
The Supersensible (n.) substrate is pointed to but left blank by understanding, made determinable by judgement, and actually determined by reason's practical law.
The Supersensible (n.) leaves reason only a non-sensible something containing the ground of the sensible world, because any material to define it would have to be borrowed from the senses and would ruin it.