Nature is so rich, so compact and so condensed that each innermost particle would open and endless world to us if we had strong enough lenses in our eyes and enough cells in our frontal lobes to see and grasp it.
We don't. But artists present us that world outright.
Nature permits the philosopher and the scientist and the technologist to crawl into its innumerable secret chambers, through its various portholes and trap doors, disclosing one petty aspect after another, but never the whole interior.
Nature thus makes man believe he has gotten to the heart of the matter when,in fact, he has entered only antechchambers.