"Dionysic art, too, wants to convince us of the eternal lust and delight of the existence; but we are to seek this delight, not in appearances, but behind them. We are to recognize that everything which comes into being must be prepared for painful destruction; we are forced to gaze into the terrors of individual existence -- and yet we are not to freeze in horror: its metaphysical solace tears us momentarily out of the turmoil of changing figures. For brief moments we are truly the primordial being itself and we feel its unbounded greed and lust for being ; the struggle, the agony, the destruction of appearances, all this now given the exuberant fertility of the world-Will; we are pierced by the furious sting of these pains at the very moment when, as it were, we become one with the immeasurable, primordial delight in existence and receive an intimation, in Dionysiac ecstasy, that this delight is indestructible and eternal. Despite fear and pity, we are happily alive, not as individuals, but as the one living being, with whose procreative lust we have become one" (pp. 80-81, 'The Birth of Tragedy').



Indeed, the first movement, having come into being, is threatened by a "painful destruction" (1:48) and "we are forced to gaze into the terrors of individual existence," we become aware of two individual forces at odds with one another. But once our senses settle and the violence brought on by kick drums pounding 32nd notes, the rage and distorted cry of guitar and voice, we notice the original melody is still there "behind them." We notice this song is "the struggle, the agony, the destruction of appearances," appearances which we took to be the original melody on its own. Then listening on, we notice more, that the song is the interplay between forces, and "uncountable excess of forms" that thrust and push at one another. The purely musical fights to be heard from behind the brutality of guitar and drum and voice. We listen on and realize there is more to be heard, that we realize the two forces are one, that the guitars are indeed playing the original melody, that they are not two "individuals" but "the one living being," that are we.