God is not the limit of man, but the limit of man is divine. Put differently, man is divine in the experience of limits.

The idea of God, the affections, the sweetness, associated with God are preludes to the absence of God. In the night of this absence, the insipidities and affectations have disappeared, reduced to the inconsistency of a childhood memory. The horrible grandeur of God heralds the absence in which man is stripped bare.

God is dead. He is so dead that I could make his death understandable only by killing myself.

Bataille, Guilty (new translation)