The Deities of Apollo and Dionysus

Renitiu says, is no longer an artist. He has become a work of art. In these paroxysms of intoxication, the artistic power of all nature reveals itself to the highest gratification of the primordial unity. The noblest clay, the most costly marble. Man is here kneaded and cut. To the sound of the strokes of the dionycian world artist rings out the cry of the elusinian mysteries. Ah, do you prostrate yourselves millions? Do you sense your maker world? So that's the end of section one. And basically we have er clear definition s, as clear as they can be, since they're not concepts,