one must learn to love

One must learn to love- this is what happens to us in music.
 First one has to learn to hear a figure and melody at all,
 to detect distinguish it,
 to isolate it and delimit is as a separate life.
 Then it requires some exertion and goodwill to tolerate it despite its strangeness, to be
 patient with its experience and expression, and kindhearted about its oddity.
 Finally there comes a moment when we are used to it, when we wait for it,
 when we sense we should miss it if it were not there;
 and now it continues to compel and enchant us
 relentlessly until we have become its humble and enraptured
 lovers who desire nothing better from the world than it and
 only it.
But that is what happens to us not only in music.
That is how we have learned to love all things that we now love.
In the end we are always rewarded for our goodwill, our patience,
fairmindedness and gentleness with what is strange;
gradually it sheds its veil and turns out to be a new and indescribable beauty.
That is its thanks for our hospitality.
Even those who lovethemselves will have learned in this way:
for there is no other way. Love, too, has to be learned.


Fredrich Nietzche, The Science of Joy, (334)