‘God is dead,’ declared Friedrich Nietzsche. ‘Man’ now walks through life more uncertainly than before and more lonelily on the thin surfaces of meaning he has constructed. He walks without conviction: he is aware of the end of all things: the death of man. Whatever path he chooses, there is a perpetual threat; and when he brings it to the fore of his mind, panic and dread are induced in his senses, for time is a destructive force ever there.