On the day that I show up, they will be completely out of their forgiveness supplies.

Post-modernism, you are an interesting mistress, to say the least.
Do you and I believe in anything, now?
Except that the sun rises and it sets, and the moon sometimes follows in its wake.
But even that is in question, because in 5 billion years a red dwarf will destroy the Earth anyways.
Besides that, we question the world.
We question God and man and the Devil in the sands.
Our philosophies are just clothes to be tried on and discarded when it becomes proven that they do not fit.
For no shoe covers all variables, no shoe completely fits.
And Man was born naked, anyways.
Post-modernism, really means, post-belief in anything.
And the absence of concrete to seal our faith.