In the final part, I criticize my theopoetics as having been thus far too humanistic and anthropocentric and so I turn to the cosmic dimensions of my “perhaps.” I return to the figure of Eckhart's “Martha,” whom I treat as the mother of a new religious realism and materialism, and I accuse myself of having been in the first two parts of this book, perhaps, too much on the side of Mary and her “beautiful soul.”
Caputo self-deconstructs within the same book!
