ABSTRACT
The pleasure suffusing his body called for darkness. That darkness was pure, perfect, thoughtless, visionless; that darkness was without end, without borders; that darkness was the infinite we each carry within us. (Yes, if you’re looking for infinity, just close your eyes!) … But the larger a man grows in his inner darkness, the more his outer form diminishes. A man with his eyes closed is a wreck of a man. (Milan Kundera) And the light shineth in darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not. (St John)
My aim in this chapter is to draw together the main ideas that have now emerged, to tie up loose ends, and to combine these into a coherent whole. The focus of the chapter is human finitude, human finitude having been, in its own way, the focus of the whole enquiry.
