Finally，lest what is most important remain unsaid：from such abysses，from such severe illness，also from the illness of severe suspicion，one returns newborn，having shed one's skin，more ticklish and maliaous，with a more delicate taste for joy，with a more tender tongue for all good things，with merrier senses，joyful with a more dangerous second innocence，more childlike，and at the same time a hundred times subtler than one had ever been before.How repulsive enjoyment is to us now，that crude，muggy，brown enjoyment as understood by those who enjoy it，our'educated'，our rich，and our rulers!How maliciously we nowadays listen to the great fairground boom-boom with which the'educated person'and urbanite today allows art，books and music-aided by spirituous beverages-to rape him for'forms of spiritual enjoyment'!How the theatrical cry of passion now hurts our ears;that whole romantic uproar and tumult of the senses that is loved by the educated mob together with its aspirations towards the sublime，the elevated，the distorted，how foreign it has become to our taste!No，if we light，fleeting，divinely untroubled，divinely artificial art that，like a bright flame，blazes into an unclouded sky!Above all：an art for artists，only for artists!In addition we will know better what is first and foremost needed for that：cheerfulness-any cheerfulness，my friends!As artists，too，we will know this-l would like to prove it.There are some things we now know too well，we knowing ones：oh，how we nowadays learn as artists to forget well，to be good at not knowing!And as for our future.

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