I love the soliloquy that ends the movie as Scott, having escaped the pit of doom that his cellar had become, now gazes upon the vast cosmos of the night sky:
“So close - the infinitesimal and the infinite. But suddenly, I knew they were really the two ends of the same concept. The unbelievably small and the unbelievably vast eventually meet - like the closing of a gigantic circle.
I looked up, as if somehow I would grasp the heavens. The universe, worlds beyond number, God’s silver tapestry spread across the night. And in that moment, I knew the answer to the riddle of the infinite.
I had thought in terms of man’s own limited dimension. I had presumed upon nature. That existence begins and ends in man’s conception, not nature’s.
And I felt my body dwindling, melting, becoming nothing. My fears melted away. And in their place came acceptance.
All this vast majesty of creation, it had to mean something. And then I meant something, too. Yes, smaller than the smallest, I meant something, too. To God, there is no zero. I still exist!”
Sounds very poetic, but without Christ it is just whistling in the dark.
Sounds vaguely reminiscent to the eulogy given by Robert Ingersoll for his famous atheist brother Ebon:
"...We cry aloud, and the only answer is the echo of our wailing cry. From the voiceless lips of the unreplying dead there comes no word; but in the night of death hope sees a star and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing...."
Even the atheist, who denies God and an afterlife, still 'hopes' for a light, a star...
There is no hope, but in Christ. He's the solid rock, and all else is shifting sand.