{FEUER} But the organ of the heart is tone; its conscious speech, the art of Tone. She is the full and flowing heart-love, that ennobles the material sense of pleasure, and humanises immaterial thought. Through Tone are Dance and [P. 111] Poetry brought to mutual understanding; in her are intercrossed in loving blend the laws by which they each proclaim their own true nature; in her, the wilfulness of each becomes instinctive ‘Will’ (‘Unwillkuerlichen’) … .” [434W-{9-12/49} The Artwork of the Future: PW Vol. I, p. 110-111]
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[P. 111] {FEUER} “If Tone obtains from Poetry her pregnant coil of sharp-cut Words entwined by meaning and by measure, … so does she hand her sister back this ideal coil of yearning syllables, that … cannot yet express their thought with all the truth and cogence of necessity, -- and hands it as the direct utterance of Feeling, the unerring vindicator and redeemer, Melody.” [435W-{9-12/49} The Artwork of the Future: PW Vol. I, p. 111]
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[P. 112] [Speaking of musical harmony, Wagner says that:] “The eye knows but the surface of this sea; its depth the depth of Heart alone can fathom. (…)
{FEUER} Man dives into this sea; only to give himself once more, refreshed and radiant, to the light of day. His heart feels widened wondrously, when he peers down into this depth, pregnant with unimaginable possibilities whose bottom his eye shall never plumb, whose seeming bottomlessness thus fills him with the sense of marvel and the presage of Infinity. It is the depth and infinity of Nature herself, who veils from the prying eye of Man the unfathomable womb of her eternal Seed-time, her Begetting, and her Yearning; even because man’s eye can only grasp the already manifested, the Blossom, the Begotten, the Fulfilled. This Nature is, however, none other than the nature of the human heart itself, which holds within its shrine the feelings of desire and love in their most infinite capacity; which is itself Desire and Love, and – as in its insatiable [P. 113] longing it yet wills nothing but itself – can only grasp and comprehend itself.” [436W-{9-12/49} The Artwork of the Future: PW Vol. I, p. 112-113]
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[P. 113] {FEUER} “The Greek, when he took ship upon his sea, ne’er let the coast line fade from sight … . (…)
{FEUER} The Christian left the shores of Life. – Farther afield, beyond all confines, he sought the sea, -- to find himself at last upon the Ocean, twixt sea and heaven, boundlessly [P. 114] alone. The Word … of Faith was his only compass; and it pointed him unswervingly toward Heaven. (…) But the sailor never reached that confine; from century to century he floated on without redemption, towards this ever imminent, but never reached, new home; until he fell a-doubting of the virtue of his compass, and cast it, as the last remaining human bauble, grimly overboard. And now, denuded of all ties, he gave himself without a rudder to the never-ending turmoil of the waves’ caprice. In unstilled, ireful love-rage, he stirred the waters of the sea against the unattainable and distant heaven: he urged the insatiate greed of that desire and love which, reft of an external object, must ever only crave and love itself, -- that deepest, unredeemable hell of restless Egoism, which stretches out without an end, and wills and wishes, yet ever and forever can
