“Let us face ourselves. We are Hyperboreans; we know very well how far off we live. We have discovered happiness, we know the way, we have found the exit out of the labyrinth of thousands of years. Who else has found it? 'I have got lost; I am everything that has got lost,' This modernity was our sickness: lazy peace,Yes and No! 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.' 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.”