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Life is will to live, will is deficiency, deficiency is pain, every life is pain. But every creature that lives believes it is alive and that it has life; and for every creature pain is always mute and continuous so that it does not call it pain – but it calls pain the revelations of non-existence of its believed possession … So even its pain is called according to its own illusion … It laments the loss of the thing, not its losability: the unreality of possession. And in order to live it turns to new things … But whoever really wants life refuses to live in relation to those things … Wanting true possession, the mute, obscure suffering of all things takes shape and unfolds in him. His life is a refusal and a fight against all the temptations of illusory satisfactions. (“Pessimista è l’imperfetto pessimista,” in La melodia, 115–16)