You, who have lost the concept of the difference, you who claim thatfear and joy are incentives of equal power—and secretly add that fear is themore ‘practical’—you do not wish to live, and only fear of death still holdsyou to the existence you have damned. You dart in panic through the trap ofyour days, looking for the exit you have closed, running from a pursuer youdare not name to a terror you dare not acknowledge, and the greater yourterror the greater your dread of the only act that could save you: thinking.The purpose of your struggle is not to know, not to grasp or name or hear thething I shall now state to your hearing: that yours is the Morality of Death.“Death is the standard of your values, death is your chosen goal, and youhave to keep running, since there is no escape from the pursuer who is out todestroy you or from the knowledge that that pursuer is yourself. Stoprunning, for once—there is no place to run—stand naked, as you dread tostand, but as I see you, and take a look at what you dared to call a moralcode.