The atom telling of its joys makes me forget the spectacle of the stars.

We know nothing of these celestial eyes which gaze upon us, cold and calm, with scintillations like the blinking of eyelids.
Science tells us of their distance, their speeds, their masses, their volumes; it burdens us with stupendous numbers and stupefies us with immensities; but it does not succeed in moving us.

And why?
Because it lacks the great secret: the secret of life.

What is there, up there?
What do these suns warm?
Worlds analogous to ours, says reason; planets on which life is evolving in an endless variety of forms.

A superb conception of the universe, but after all a pure conception, not based upon patent facts and infallible testimony at the disposal of one and all.