Status Updates From The Birth of Tragedy

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this man rambles a lot

"(...) What should I call it?..."

Only insofar as the genius in the act of artistic creation fuses with that of the original artist of the world does he know something about the eternal essence of art: for in that state he miraculously resembles the uncanny image of the fairytale, which can turn its eyes inside out and contemplate itself; now he is simutaneously subject and object, simutaneously poet, actor and spectator.