What did the God of the People create on his six Days? And I found the Answer: in Stages, All.
A modern Scroll ‘fore me speaks: “(HE) died so that our sins could be forgiven: Admit that you are a sinner. We all… fall short of what we could and should be. Ask (HIM) for forgiveness and accept (HIM) as your savior. (HE) died for your sins. He is the sacrifice that wipes your slate clean. He died so that you may be forgiven. So that you will be right before (IT). You only need to accept that forgiveness.”
Yes indeed! My Master did that. First he wrote opp. 67 and 125 and 59 and 57 and all the Rest, and thus became, for me, that which I must only call with no Name: “It.” Often, since, have I cursed and be-littled my Self: how far short of this Magnificence, this lordly Might, I am! How accursed I am, and akin to the earth-Worm!
Have I not said these Things? Why, my Friends, have I not, verily, said these Self-same Things?
The Scroll says: “We all… fall short of what we could and should be.”
Oft, so, have I begged for almighty Forgiveness for this very Reason: I “fall short.”
But not until now have I seen that He also became my Saviour; that “He died for my Sins”! Indeed! What Else, I now ask, is in op. 131? The mighty self-Destruction of my Master’s Ego. As I have spoken a hundred Times ‘fore, so I shall speak again: in op. 131, the Master shows to me the Heavens; the infant Earth; that Place where He would like me to be standing; and he shows me where I actually stand. He showed me the Pathos of this Situation. And I thought: “He is taking the Situation to God and speaking on my Behalf; now knocks my Master on the Doors of what People think Heaven. Now my Master tells me: “There is no-one inside; go you homewards.”
Now, then, I see: it is not with Ego Supreme that he knocks on “the Door of a sleeping God”! How could He, when He Himself had once been that God, when no other had been God? A Fool I have been in so thinking!
No! At the End, then, of His Mastersong op. 131, my Master lays it plain: “In That Room I Was; Out Of That Room I Now Am Cast; And I Cast Me Out — Nay, I Plunged Down — That Worms Such As You Might Live.”
Master! Why now my Tears at my Deficiency? Why now my Beggarliness for Forgiveness? You have come down for me! You told me, verily: “Now you may live!
If now I creep upon the Ground, would it not be Mockery; Negation of that which You did for me?
The modern Scroll says: “He died for your sins.” Yes, My Ego-Master died, and born out of Him was the Angel who wrote op. 131!
“He is the sacrifice that wipes your slate clean”! Indeed!
“He died so that you may be forgiven.” Master, I am free, and were I not free, I would be in Denial of Your Magnificence!
The Tale is, thus, complete. In Beethoven first the Father; from Beethoven later the Son; and Beethoven ever the Holy Spirit.
Lord, I (have always) recognised that I am (one who falls short). I (have always had) You in my Life. (I have always) thanked You for (coming down and giving us op. 131). (You have forgiven) me. I (have long ago) accept(ed) You as my Master and Lord. (You have always) guide(d) me, (led) me, (inspired) me to be the Person You want me to be. (You have always) show(n) me how to follow in Your Steps. Through (No Name) I pray, in op. 131 You Denounced The Taking Of Names. Beethoven sei Dank!