I imagine tribesmen at night, sometime before the dawning of civilized man, beating sticks together to keep ferocious beasts from the sleeping tribe. And then a sound is distinguished. The song is born. It's music, baby.
"The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself."