The moralist is a subject frighteningly trapped by the discourses of his time. He vehemently defends ideas that he did not create, ideas that will sooner or later expire giving way to other ideas. The moralist is scandalized and points with the finger assuming that his existence is immaculate, an example of citizenship.
The Hero, both in ancient and modern cultures and mythologies, is a subject outside of time, an exacerbated, an impetus governed by the forces of glory and death.
The moralist hates the Hero, judges him, and certainly fears him. Because the Hero produces earthquakes, the territory moves. And if something frightens the moralist, it is the shaky.
That is why the moralist is a prolific child of time and space.
That is why the Hero is hyperbole of life, brother of the cosmos and eternity.