He who was born in this way is not only the exultant god, the god who brings man joy. He is the suffering and dying god, the god of tragic contrast. And the inner force of this dual reality is so great that he appears among men like a storm, he staggers them, and he tames their opposition with the whip of madness. All tradition, all order must be shattered. Life becomes suddenly an ecstasy-an ecstasy of blessedness, but an ecstasy, no less, of terror.
— Walter F Otto
Otto is not describing a religious experience you might seek out. He is describing what happens when the boundary between blessedness and terror is dissolved by force — when the god arrives not as invitation but as storm. The dual reality he names is not a paradox to be resolved, only endured as dual. Ecstasy of blessedness and ecstasy of terror are not opposites here; they share a single root, a single overwhelming intensity that the ordinary structures of selfhood cannot metabolize.
What makes this difficult is that every instinct in the modern soul reaches for one half and discards the other. The pneumatic current wants the blessedness, the ascent, the divine joy — and quietly edits out the terror, the staggering, the whip of madness. The result is a tame Dionysus, a god of wine festivals and liberation, safely housed in celebration. But Otto's Dionysus shatters all tradition, which means he shatters the tradition of keeping him pleasant. The suffering and dying god cannot be approached on those terms. He comes when he comes, and what he dissolves first is the arrangement you had made to receive only the blessedness without the cost.
Walter F Otto·Dionysus Myth and Cult (1965)·1965