For centuries philosophers, religious scholars, mystics and the like [the hands in the photo] have sought Truth, that which underlies everything. God, Reality, whatever. To do so, Nietzsche says, is to turn one's back on the continual flow of what appears, with nothing underlying that appearance. On Wittgenstein's account, to philosophize about Truth with a capital T is to take the wordtruth out of the contexts in which we're trained to use it to get things done in our daily lives and use it in a way where nothing gets done, where the wheels never gain any traction, but instead only spin. In other words, Truth is dead.