Nietzsche Made Me Do It
For a very long time, I considered myself a Hyperborean.
In Greek mythology, the Hyperboreans are giants who live “beyond the north wind,” high in unforgiving mountains, perfectly happy in seemingly unbearable conditions. The Greek poet Pindar said that “neither disease nor bitter old age is mixed in their sacred blood.”
I thought of this as I found myself perched on a granite escarpment at 8,000 feet, overlooking the Val Fex on the border between Switzerland and Italy. A Hyp...