In aphorism 339 in the Gay Science, Nietzsche contemplates the Greeks yet again.
The Greeks, to be sure prayed: "Everything beautful twice, even three times". They implored the gods with good reason, for ungodly reality gives us the beautiful once or not at all.
I mean to say that the world is overfull of beautiful things; but nevertheless poor, very poor when it comes to beautiful moments; and unveilings of these things. But perhaps this is the most powerful magic of life: it is covered by a veil interwoven with gold, a veil of beautiful possibilities, sparkling with promise, resistance, bashfulness, mockery, pity and seduction. Yes, life is a woman.
How can a world be not just full, but overfull of beautiful things; but poor in beautiful moments?
Can it mean that possession when we mean to possess becomes non-possession? If not that, then is there a more useful interpretation - an interpretation with more sense?