“Man is the luxurious animal,” proclaimed a Nietzsche more Dionysian than Apollonian with his usual sagacity in The Birth of Tragedy, an animal that needs to exhibit more than strictly guarantees its mere survival, a being completely superfluous with respect to itself, excessive even, a being pressed to always go beyond itself, beyond its own limits, beyond the land of the obvious and mechanical, the predictable and predestined, a free being because – as Nietzsche also affirms – “man is the only being capable of resisting a stimulus”, “the unfixed being” or, better yet, the being whose only fixation is to always go beyond the fixed, beyond all that enslaves it and binds it to the merely animal, the festive being par excellence, “the animal that dances” and “tells stories”.