There is noise in the world before we raise our voices there, before the crowd makes its grumbling cries. Lightning writes its forked inclination in the sky; birds trace their flight there, in direction and meaning. There is meaning in space before the meaning that signifies. Taking auguries is believing in a world without men; inaugurating is paying homage to the real as such … What’s incomprehensible is that this meaning, one day, became comprehensible. The physicist is an augur who succeeded.