whilst it all appears to take its motion from the depths of our own inner being.” [776W-{9-12/70} Beethoven: PW Vol. V, p. 86-87]
This line of reasoning finally lead Wagner to launch his grand Schopenhauerian attack upon the main Feuerbachian thesis which had guided Wagner in constructing the plot of the Ring. Wagner was prompted to write it by Feuerbach’s assumption that religious mysteries and faith can be explained from mundane natural causes. But now, just as Wagner altered his original view that drama, real life, inspires music, to say instead that it is music which creates the drama, similarly, Wagner decided that the religious mysteries couldn’t be explained by natural causes, but rather, the ultimate source of all things (Schopenhauer’s Will) is mysterious and in all probability supernatural. [See 896W]
[S.3.3: G]
Having temporarily exhausted her initial exultation in the longed-for union with her artist-hero Siegfried, his muse Bruennhilde is now beset by unnameable fear, a subliminal premonition that somehow disaster will be the outcome if she consummates her love for Siegfried by joining him in sexual union, which of course is Wagner’s metaphor for unconscious artistic inspiration:
(#81 &/or #83 frag: [their initial grace-note twist]; #77 frag:; #40 frag:; #37?: [followed by a trill?, as heard during the musical interlude while Bruennhilde was waking?] He remains in a state of great agitation, gazing at her with an expression of yearning desire. Bruennhilde gently turns her head aside and looks towards the pinewood: #77 frag repeated; #81 &/or #83 grace-note twist; #40 in a sad vari on oboe?; #77 frag?)
Bruennhilde: - There I see Grane, (#77?:) my blessed horse: (#141?:) awake, he grazes who slept beside me (:#141?)! Siegfried awoke him with me. (#140 vari [as if transforming into #87?])
Siegfried: (still in the same position) (#141:) My eyes now feast on your lovely mouth: (#141 vari:) yet with keen-edged thirst my lips are burning (:#141 vari), longing to be regaled by this feast of my eyes!
(#66?:; #137:; #81 frags: Bruennhilde points with her hand to her weapons, which she now perceives. #77 frag?; #81 &/or #83 grace-note twist; #77 frag; #81or #83 grace-note twist?)
Bruennhilde: (#40:) There I see the shield that sheltered heroes (:#40); (#77 frag; #81 or #83 grace-note twist]) (#40:) there I see the helmet that hid my head (:#40): (#?: [music which may
