God is nowhere to be found, yet there is still so much light! Light that dazzles and maddens; crisp, ruthless light. Space echoes like an immense tomb, yet the stars still burn. Why does the sun take so long to die? Or the moon retain such fidelity to the Earth? Where is the new darkness? The greatest of all unknowings? Is death itself shy of us?

Chapter 5: "Dead God", p. 60 (original emphasis) - The Thirst for Annihilation: Georges Bataille and Virulent Nihilism (1992)