God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we have to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we ourselves not become gods simply to appear worthy of it?
The philosophy of the West, when applied to Christianity, tends to be affirming of its values. However, you can deconstruct it so far as to destroy it, and we haven’t replaced it with any universal set of morals. So when it’s gone, what then? Chaos. The individual will reign and justice will be a self-centered entity, with every person will see the world as their oyster. Perhaps, as in Plato’s Gorgias.
