SONG OF SELF

Going through Nietzsche, again, a thought struck me today: as much as Nietzsche relished bashing literalism, he himself wanted to be taken literally. In the songs of Zarathustra, after he goes from 1 to 12 on the depth of eternity – and woe to all those who don't take Zarathustra literally – he sings “the 7 seals or the yes and amen song.” I read what Zarathustra has to say literally simply because he makes sure not to have any nuance between his yes and his amen. Thus each seal ends appropriately with a desire for eternal recurrence and 7 repetitions of these lines: “Never yet have I found the woman from whom I wanted children, unless it be this woman whom I love: for I love you, O eternity! For I love you, O eternity.” While getting dressed to go to the hair-dresser's, I found myself chanting back: O Zarathustra, there's never any “us,” is there? Only eternity, the pure, formal, non-nuanced eternity. Or what, O Zarathustra? For why am I wearing my Rick Owens Lilies smash of a dress? Only so that I can fall in love with myself? Recurrence exists. I've decided to reproduce myself, my yes and amen, as I walk the tightrope of bonds, ropes, and seals and pledging to understand the meaning of “there is no us,” on my way to Finland, to talk about Nietzsche, and how he would have loved me more than he loved eternity, if he saw me the moment I walked in on him while he was praying with a whip in his hand, and love in his eyes. Eyes which said: light grey is definitely my favorite color.