Music alone allows us to understand the delight felt at the annihilation of the individual. -- Friedrich Nietzsche : Once lutanists performed in the temple gardens and the loquid locutions of a flute would float between columns separated by stately intervals like words. The gods' exuberant luminescence filled the spaces. But then in time the temple trembled, the fluting in its pillars wrinkling up like folds in a tent or divine tensors tightening strings to tune a lute. By some fluke the earthquake played the ediface like an instrument. The changing tensions in the columns induced a stony stammer and the temple fell. Cries from inside turned the tombful tuneful . A lugubrious booming made the roof a tamborine whose jangling set libidinous timbres loose in us. Its fall set free insanity and made us sin.