Let us face ourselves. We are
Hyperboreans; we know very well how far off we live.
'Neither by land nor by sea will you find the way to the
Hyperboreans'-Pindar already knew
this about us. Beyond the north, ice,
and death -our life, our happiness. We have discovered happiness, we know
the way, we have found the exit out of the labyrinth of thousands of years.
Modernity…
Rather live in the ice than
among modern virtues and other south winds! We were intrepid enough, we spared neither ourselves nor others; but for a long time we did not know where to turn with our
intrepidity.
We became gloomy, we were called fatalists. Our fatum-abundance, tension, the damming of strength. We thirsted for lightning and deeds and were most remote from the
happiness of the weakling,
'resignation.' In our atmosphere was a thunderstorm; the nature we are
became dark-for we saw no way.
Formula for our happiness: a Yes, a
No, a straight line, a goal.
〜Friedrich Nietzsche,
The Anti-Christ
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