The consolation often presents itself as an art, because it requires creating something from a reality which completely disappeared.
In most cases, the exercise of the art of consolation is blatantly futile, since the great failures cannot be turned back
However, its futility is revealed only when consolation is not taken at its real value as an art. Otherwise, as any other work of art, it can appear just as an ugly or beautiful act.
A thrusting analysis of failures which does not admit any consolation counts as an allegation that our life has nothing to do with artistic activity, but only with the real facts.
But such belief is self contradictory. Even the realistic approach of life is the result of a previous inclination for real facts that has the same nature as the inclination for valuing the reality in an artistic manner.