This operatic cycle calls into question some of our basic assumptions about our world, assumptions which we may retain even when overtly denying them
The play within the play cascades into a convulsive and inexhaustible tirade of production catastrophes, miscues, prop malfunctions, wardrobe clangers, and more.
Then Mime asks, What is the race which lives on the stage? And Wotan answers, On the stage live those consummate artists, the singers.
The beautiful and terrifying images that serve as scenery allow us, the audience, to experience the various often contradictory levels on which the work operates at once, as magic, as myth.