"...pain begets joy, ecstasy may wring sounds of agony from us. At the very climax of joy there sounds a cry of horror or a yearning lamentation for an irretrievable loss.
"...'Oh, wretched ephemeral race, children of chance and misery, why do you compel me to tell you what it would be most expedient for you not to hear? What is best of all is utterly beyond your reach: not to be born, not to be, to be nothing. But the second best for you is: to die soon.' (Wise Silenus to King Midas)
"...I feel myself impelled to the metaphysical assumption that the truly existent primal unity, eternally suffering and contradictory, needs the rapturous vision, the pleasurable illusion, for its continuous redemption."
"...Excess revealed itself as truth."
"...art approaches as a saving sorceress, expert at healing. She alone knows how to turn these nauseous thoughts about the horror or absurdity of existence into notions with which one can live: these are the sublime as the artistic taming of the horrible, and the comic as the artistic discharge of the nausea of absurdity."
(From Nietzsche F., "The Birth of Tragedy", transl. W. Kaufmann, in "Basic Writings of Nietzsche", NY, Modern Library, 2000, p. 40, 42, 45, 46, 60.)
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