since pleasure is the Unique, to reveal pleasure is itself a unique duty.
Under the charm of the Dionysian. Not only is the union, between man and man, reaffirmed but nature which has become alienated, hostile or subjugated celebrates once more her reconciliation with her lost son, man. Freely earth profits her gifts, and peacefully the beasts of prey of the rocks and desert approach. The chariot of Dionysus has covered with flowers and garlands, panthers and tigers walk under its yoke. Transform Beethoven's Hymn To Joy into a painting, let your imagination consieve the multitudes bowing to the dust, awestruck. Then you will approach the Dionysian.
Now the slave is a free man. Now all the rigid hostile barriers that necessity, caprice or impudent convention have fixed between man and man, are broken. Now, with the gospel of universal harmony each one reveals himself not only united reconciled and fused with his neighbour, but as one with with him.
As if the veil of Maya had been torn aside and were now merely flattering in tatters before the mysterious primordial unity. In song and in dance, pleasuredome expresses himself as a member of a higher community. He has forgotten how to walk and speak and his on the way toward flying into the air dancing. His very gestures express enchantment. Just as the animals now talk and the earth yields milk and honey, supernatural sounds eminate from him too. pleasuredome feels himself a god, he himself now walks about enchanted in ecstasy like the gods he saw walking in his dreams. He is no longer an artist, he has become a work of art.
In the paraxysms of intoxication the artistic power of all nature reveals itself to the highest gradification of the primordial unity. The noblest clay, the most costly marble,man, is here kneaded and cut. And to the sound of chisel strokes of Dionysian world artist rings out the cry of Elunysian mysteries. Do You prostrate Yourselves, millions? Do You sense Your Maker, world?