It’s been a prevalent notion. Fallen sparks. Fragments of vessels broken at the Creation. And someday, somehow, before the end, a gathering back to home. A messenger from the Kingdom, arriving at the last moment. But I tell you there is no such message, no such home – only the millions of last moments … no more. Our history is an aggregate of last moments.
(Thomas Pynchon, Gravity’s Rainbow, New York 1973, S. 149).