Age and illness did not bring Vidal closer to God. Wheelchair-bound in
his 80s and saddened by the death of Austen and many peers and close
friends, the author still looked to no existence beyond this one.
“Because there is no cosmic point to the life that each of us perceives
on this distant bit of dust at galaxy's edge,” he once wrote, “all the
more reason for us to maintain in proper balance what we have here.
Because there is nothing else. No thing. This is it. And quite enough,
all in all.”