The conspiracy

That rabbit has some powerful friends:

Immanuel Kant

[Written for Vernunft of the New Skeptic; based on Kant's well-known (if somewhat apocryphal) tendency to walk around his city every day with such complete regularity that people used him as a sort of mobile timepiece, and also on his much less apocryphal refusal to travel to places other than Königsberg.  The man knew what he liked, and stuck to it.  View this as a sequel, of sorts, to this earlier work.]

Noon in Königsberg and down the dusty road
Came one with walking-stick and well-worn hat;
His eyes all daze and distance as he strode
From street to street, and glanced not once thereat.
In truth ’twas more a daydeam than a walk –
He took the road for grace of being flat –
Dames saw him pass, and thereby set their clock;
But that was all they did — he saw to that.

In time he turns aback and wanders home,
And sits down at his desk in fading light,
And, thinking on the day he spent alone,
Turns high the lamp, and hums, and starts to write.
His town his world entire, his church, his school;
All worth knowing he sought, and knew in full.