Friedrich Nietzsche: The Birth of Tragedy! (3)
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The fair illusion of the dream sphere,
in the production of which every man proves
himself an accomplished artist,
is a precondition not only of all plastic art,
but even, as we shall see presently,
of a wide range of poetry.
Here we enjoy an immediate apprehension of form,
all shapes speak to us directly,
nothing seems indifferent or redundant.
Despite the high intensity with which
these dream realities exist for us,
we still have a residual sensation
that they are illusions;
at least such has been my experience
and the frequency, not to say normality,
of the experience is borne out
in many passages of the poets.
Men of philosophical disposition
are known for their constant premonition
that our everyday reality, too,
is an illusion, hiding another,
totally different kind of reality.
It was Schopenhauer who considered
the ability to view at certain times all men
and things as mere phantoms or dream images
to be the true mark of philosophic talent.
The person who is responsive to the stimuli
of art behaves toward the reality
of dream much the way the philosopher
behaves toward the reality of existence:
he observes exactly and enjoys his observations,
for it is by these images
that he interprets life,
by these processes that he rehearses it.
Nor is it by pleasant images only
that such plausible connections are made:
the whole divine comedy of life,
including its somber aspects,
its sudden balkings, impish accidents,
anxious expectations, moves past him,
not quite like a shadow play
for it is he himself, after all,
who lives and suffers through these scenes;
yet never without giving
a fleeting sense of illusion;
and I imagine that many persons
have reassured themselves amidst
the perils of dream by calling out,
“It is a dream! I want it to go on.”
I have even heard of people spinning
out the causality of one and the same dream
over three or more successive nights.
All these facts clearly bear witness
that our innermost being,
the common substratum of humanity,
experiences dreams with deep delight
and a sense of real necessity.
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