The scientist only imposes two things, namely truth and sincerity, imposes them upon himself and upon other scientists.
Science cannot tell us a word about why music delights us, of why and how an old song can move us to tears.
When in the puppet-show of dreams we hold in hand the strings of quite a number of actors, controlling their actions and their speech, we are not aware of this being so. Only one of them is myself, the dreamer. In him I act and speak immediately, while I may be awaiting eagerly and anxiously what another one will reply