i did, however, find a few dedications. the op. 109 to maximiliane brentano, the op. 111 to archduke rudolph of austria (but also the english edition to antoine brentano).
imo, he was expressing a final goodbye to each individual person - and expressing his feelings about his illness (which was becoming daily by 1821) and he was expressing a timelessness to music, love, and life.
Other than the actual dedications themselves (which are factual), I do think that this is rather fanciful - not necessarily entirely inaccurate but certainly impossible to determine with any degree of reliability. Who can say with certainty what Beethoven was "expressing" in those monumental works? - except that he was very obviously expressing something. It seems to be all too tempting for some people to want to account in words what some composers express in certain of their works, almost as though the results cannot be so meaningful unless accountable - and actually accounted for - in words. Does it not occur to you that, had Beethoven found it possible to express fully in words the thoughts that he wanted to express in his final three sonatas, he might not have done just that instead? As a codicil to this, I might add that having a work of one's own premièred after a performance of Op. 109 (as happened to me last November) is an almost mind-numbingly humbling experience. Speaking of your own humility as indicated in your opinion about those "farewells" that beethoven supposedly expressed, I think that the only thing of which one can be certain here is that he was expresing his farewell to the solo sonata...
i actually think beethoven was quite full of faith - and yet - sometimes full of himself, too.
You write as though these were - or might at least be expected to be - somehow mutually incompatible! - yet the very reverse is surely especially true of beethoven, since he had a great deal of faith in himself, as indeed he needed to in order to develop as a composer in the way and to the extent that he did.
it is said the three sonatas typify the child, the man, the 'god.'
Whoever said that is, with repect, talking rubbish! Whatever kind of childlike-ness can one possibly extrapolate from the sheer
innigkeit alone that so informs Op. 109, especially in its finale?! Bet you've never had a child like that, then!
(or perhaps - his meeting God halfway in this life - and waiting for the final meeting).
Oh, here we go again! Stop it Susan, PLEASE! In any case, had Beethoven met God at that stage, he'd probably have cursed Him to blazes for letting him go deaf!
Best,
Alistair