Life is a trifling thing… In truth, what is the difference whether you lived or not, whether there was life on the planet or was not nor will be. For us, that is, for individuals conscious of themselves, the only significance assigned to life is its inevitable end. This is the most important. The thought of something unavoidable is unbearable for any sort of conscious. This is what is “serious,” and fear in facing it makes all our actions into something significant. In reality, an animal that has no foresight lives life, the entire game, until the final hour. And I, the artist, in particular ought to cherish my ability to play the game: the source of happiness, my senselessness, my frivolity…