Well, isn't that what happened to man, more or less?

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Don't we imagine that nature talks to us?  Don't we think we catch some meaning in her mysterious whispering---an answer, which we interpret in accord with our yearnings to the many earnest questions we put to her? And Nature, meantime, in her infinite grandeur, has not the remotest consciousness even that we exist.

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Luigi Pirandello, The Late Mattia Pascal  , 1904