Even though I used to be of the opinion that transcendental music must be completely separated from the physical and mechanistic phenomena that are but the mental representations of the most real noumena--things-in-themselves. Music as a thing must deny reality----but I have recently developed an interest in the raw and physical motions of the human beings, both performers and audiences, vibrations in the air, colours and contours of the instruments and the concert hall, time it was performed and time when I listened to it… there seems to be a complexity---rich, beautiful complexity not in Music as things-in-themselves…but in the whole process of rendering music…in both passive and active tense…to become music themselves…something like the mood of the room or the colour of the flowers in a vase besides the window in your room when you write something…
Yet another one of Leibniz's odd Monadological explanations for sensual experiences---appetizations he calls it. And it essentially has no first cause and is complete and self-sufficient by itself…something like Heraclitus' stream of Time…but he still insists there is a big symphony of appetites into something transcendental…or it simply another form of appetite? Does God eat or is he the stomach?

Questionable Question:
Does the music gave birth to dances…
Or do the dances gave birth to music?
Was there first the tragic, wise Dionysian Man; or the happy and clueless Apollonian Woman?
Yet another quote from Blake
"The Babe is more than swadling Bands
Throughout all these Human Lands
Tools were made & Born were hands
Every Farmer Understands"

I think it is interesting to see how the virtuosos, maestros and the audiences grimace and struggle for breath in the great pain brought by the floating notes of the music-----a veritable sea of  lotus-scented suffering…noble sorrow..
All humans are troubled by the majesty and defiance----rebellious spirit---against the pre-established order of Nature…in good music.
Good music does not imitate Nature…it does not depict it…befriend it…or submit to it… Good music fights and wars against Natural Order…The best music would have slain it.
Blake was very wise in saying "there is no Natural Religion"; hence; there is no "Natural Music".
All words and songs struggle against the black cosmos. All makers aspire to become over and above their own makers….over-makers….over and above men…overmen….Übermensch…
Neither would it be human poesy nor cosmic harmony, without a bit of Ash or Blood.
Something of the eternal sentimental may yet rise from Storm and Tempest.