The main point is pretty simple: history is terrible, and when the terror gets too hard to deal with, as during wars, famines, plagues, or great social changes, people try very hard to "escape history".
There are three main methods to escape history: religious, material, and aesthetic.
Religious escape is usually by imagining an apocalypse that would finally stop this world for good. No more history, just heaven forever. Alternatively, a mystic becomes one with god by mystical insight, and since god is outside of history, the mystic also escapes history.
Material escape from history is pretty simple: orgy, drink, party, carnival, music.
Rave parties are one example. When people are drunk or high, they don't think about history.
Aesthetic escape is what I do the most, it seems. Making art and mathematics and scientific breakthroughs (hoping, not succeeding) that would somehow become eternally meaningful, to see timeless truths.
"Aesthetic" means "about beautiful things". Aesthetic escape, in general, means to make some great piece of art (that includes good science and math as well as music and painting and sculptures and games and other things), which allows an escape from history in three ways:
1. It is like a touch of something outside of time. Great beauty seems timeless, ahistorical. The notes of Chopin's Nocturne are inscribed on the slab of eternity, and prime numbers exist even if the universe has never existed. They are not born, not killed, not grown, not changed.
2. The achievement of having found such great timeless truth makes you, a timed creature, a little timeless as well. In an alternative universe, where Einstein died before he could publish his theory of relativity, he is still a little timeless, even if nobody else knows about it.
3. It could also keep you for long after you die (a crude form of immortality), leaving a legacy that will remain, even as history churns and grinds on.
The ancient Pythagoreans who believed everything is literally made of integers, they spent their time contemplating the mysteries of numbers, so that they could somehow become one with the numbers, outside of history, always (even the word "always" presupposes time, a horror which the blessed numbers do not know) harmonious.