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How I Found the Overman and Cried Hallelujah
The Ways Kina Grannis Resembles Nietzsche

The Three Metamorphoses of Kina

The overman will go under, and his spirit will undergo three metamorphoses.

First he lays himself down before the world and is burdened with all its good and evil. His spirit becomes the camel and is laden, and goes off into the desert for forty days and nights.

Weary and alone, the camel comes face to face with the dragon THOU SHALT. On every golden scale is written a glittering THOU SHALT. And behold, the camel becomes the lion NO and slays the dragon.

But now the lion is alone in the desert with no dragons to slay. What does it mean to be a lion? What purpose the claws and fearsome teeth? To a hammer all are nails, to a lion all are dragons. Amen, amen, the lion becomes the child YES, the sacred YES, the new beginning, the first movement, the self-propelled wheel.

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What is Kina? Kina is beautiful, female, and of overwhelming goodness – Kina is an angel! Kina is petite, fetching, mildly otherworldly – Kina is a pixie!

Kina is neither.

In the beginning, Kina lay down before the world, and all its horror, and all its terror, and all its beauty, and was weighed down by it, and dutifully carried that weight. In the beginning, Kina went alone into the desert with this weight and worked. In the beginning, we saw 36 videos for 36 days. In the beginning, none of us and no one saw how many shows ended with Kina leaving the meager audience and left in tears… and dutifully carrying this weight, and working.

And finally the work was done, and the dragon came to Kina and bellowed CONGRATULATIONS and THOU SHALT, THOU SHALT follow this contract, THOU SHALT make this music, THOU SHALT- and Kina became the lion NO, NO to their company, NO to THOU SHALT, and she was free from them, but what matters free from what to Zarathustra? Free for what?

And in this terrifying freedom we beheld the child, the YES to a new path, never being, always becoming, no longer negating – her only negation is looking away. And by and by her chaos beget a dancing star, not a rigid blinded perkiness but joyous, powerful, fluid, deeply immersed in pain and overflowing outward, ever outward into everywhere, beckoning from across the bridge, from the top of the stairwell.

Thus the overman is- a woman! And we receive the songs of the sunrise, of the night, of the dance, of longing, of the threatened tomb, of distress, of convalescence, of melancholy, of bliss, of YES- amen!

Maryanne

Before Ellen, before the Super Bowl, before the nerds, Kina sang and upon plaudite amici received nihilum, which is incredibly painful for an introvert. How to persevere? How to survive the death in and of silence? She might make a mask, and even give the mask a name: it’s not Kina the people don’t care about, it’s Maryanne.

But now Maryanne is all anyone sees, and Kina peered through the slits in her mask and found The One. As they danced all night, how many of his smiles were for her and how many for Maryanne? This is incredibly painful. How to persevere? Maryanne and he have to say goodbye, which is to say that Maryanne and Kina have to say goodbye.

Maryanne understands, ‘cause he is The One. Qualis saltata pereo!

This Far

Man looks at the horizon. Thus far shall he go, and no further. She made it this far, but she’ll keep singing when it goes dark, and she wipes away the horizon.

Let the rain fall! Let the dangerous green bodies swallow us down into the deepest depths! She has made it this far.

Still there is chaos in her, to give birth to the hope of a bright, dancing star.

Love is Beginning

The whirring of his string shot him straight as an arrow, and caught in her bullseye is the overman, and beyond her bullseye is the overman, and the arrow so eagerly flew to its star to fit so right, and behold! A sun itself! An inexorable will! Ready to be annihilated and so to be victorious!

Amor Fati

Thus spake the demon: “The springtime brings out the brightest green in things. The winter saddens all the flowers. The lonely trees grow families in their leaves. The oceans turn to gray. The eternal hourglass of the seasons is turned upside down again and again, and you with it, goldfish of dust!”

It was harder when he held her, and she searched for the ceiling. He fell silent, and that lasted a long time, and she thought, and she dreamt, and every worry oppressed her.

But there was something in her called COURAGE, and she declared: “Stop, demon! I am the stronger of we two. You do not know my abysmal thought: such hatred, grief, and love; so many wild and crazy things; emotions you would never dream of.

“It is high time! Behold this moment… this life, this land is here and now… this person is me…“

Thus she spoke, more and more calmly, and with a playful bite she bit the vile worry and jumped up with her serpents: changed! radiant! LAUGHING! All her powerlessness beloved - ecce potentia!