Beauty is for the artist something outside all orders of rank, because in beauty opposites are tamed; the highest sign of power, namely power over opposites; moreover, without tension: – that violence is no longer needed: that everything follows, obeys, so easily and so pleasantly – that is what delights the artist’s WILL TO POWER.

Cold feet under a warm blanket, steam over an empty mug–rain splatters on dry window pane–open journals of closed memories… tears of laughter and joy of pain… schmaltz of diametric morning.