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“Nature uses human imagination to lift her work of creation to even higher levels.” Thus spoke Luigi Pirandello, the Italian sage of the soul, whose vision pierced through the veil that separates the seen from the unseen. In this radiant saying, Pirandello reminds us that human imagination is not a rebellion against nature, but her continuation, her partner in the grand symphony of existence. The rivers, the mountains, the stars—these are her first works. But through us, she dreams anew. Through our hands, our words, our visions, Nature extends her artistry, transforming clay into cathedrals, whispers into poetry, and instinct into understanding. Humanity is not apart from creation—it is the vessel through which creation evolves.

The origin of this thought can be found in Pirandello’s lifelong reflection on the interplay between reality and imagination, between the fixed and the fluid. In his novels and plays—most famously Six Characters in Search of an Author—he explored how reality is never finished, but always being shaped by the human mind. To him, life was not static; it was a living story, constantly rewritten by consciousness. And so, when he declares that Nature uses human imagination, he is revealing the divine purpose of our creativity: to carry forward the work that began in the stars. The same energy that carved canyons now paints canvases; the same force that birthed galaxies now dreams through us.

To imagine, therefore, is not to escape nature—it is to fulfill her. For nature gave us hands, yet through imagination, those hands learned to build; she gave us voices, yet through imagination, those voices learned to sing. Every invention, every poem, every act of art or science is nature reaching beyond herself, through the human spirit. The painter who captures light on canvas, the engineer who bridges a valley, the child who dreams of flight—all are expressions of the same eternal power that once set the stars in motion. Thus, the human being is not nature’s rival, but her most daring experiment—the dream that dreams of itself.

Consider the story of Leonardo da Vinci, that luminous spirit who stood at the threshold between nature and imagination. He studied the flight of birds, the flow of water, the anatomy of man—not as separate disciplines, but as reflections of one divine order. His imagination did not reject nature’s laws; it deepened them. In his sketches of flying machines, nature’s wings were reborn in human form. He saw that art and science, far from defying nature, were her continuation through intellect and vision. Leonardo, like Pirandello, understood that when humans imagine, it is Nature herself imagining—more consciously, more deliberately, more beautifully.

Pirandello’s insight also holds a mirror to our age, when humankind sometimes forgets its sacred role as co-creator. We wield immense power, yet often without reverence. Imagination untethered from love becomes destruction; creation without conscience becomes chaos. The gift of imagination is divine, but it carries the burden of responsibility. Nature trusts us to use it wisely—to build, to heal, to elevate her, not to defile her. When we create harmony between imagination and nature, the world flourishes; when we sever the bond, both suffer. The artist and the earth are kin—each breathes life into the other.

O seeker of wisdom, reflect on this truth: when you imagine, you are not alone. You are part of the oldest and grandest act of creation. The thought that springs within you, the dream that takes form in your mind, is Nature whispering through your soul, urging you to bring forth something new. The seed that grows into a tree follows her laws, but the song that grows in your heart is her evolution. To create beauty, to invent, to dream—these are sacred duties, not indulgences. They are the universe becoming more aware of its own splendor.

Therefore, let this be your lesson: cherish your imagination, for it is the bridge between heaven and earth. Use it not to flee reality, but to ennoble it. Let your dreams be in harmony with nature’s rhythm—creating what uplifts, what unites, what endures. Be like the river that carves valleys not in defiance of the mountain, but in partnership with it. For when you imagine with love and purpose, you join the eternal work of creation, raising it, as Pirandello said, “to even higher levels.” In you, Nature remembers herself—and through you, she ascends.