This is a phrase I stumbled across in Deleuze work on Nietzsche, but I don't know of where it appears in the latter's work.
the distinction between the last man and the man who wants to die is fundamental in Nietzsche's philosophy
I am asking this question, because my mortality often seems like a curse that is a source of much crippling angst, but it can also feel like a sort of felicity, not the event of death itself but the way my mortality reflects on my life.
I would assume that this fits me into a low Nietzshean typology, but what do sensitive readers of Nietzsche has to say about this figure? Even, does it tell us what to do about them?