I had resigned myself to Macarthur and his crimes never being more than partially knowable, like an underexposed photograph whose subject is visible only as a darkness.
But then quantum physics came around and basically replaced these certainties with the concept of probability, with the idea that there are aspects of our world that are not knowable, that cannot be quantified.
We have little or nothing to do with God's other energies which are infinite, and concern us the less because our interest is only in man, and the infinite is not knowable to man.
Sitting day after day supine in a rigid chair and infinitely removed from life staring at the tip of a steeple through the trees, trying to separate, definitely and for all time, the knowable from the unknowable?