It is not – I repeat not – an epoch that comes after the modern. For Lyotard, the postmodern is what is most radical and irritating in the modern, what offends the canons of good taste: it insists on presenting what we cannot conceptualize, what we cannot find in our experience.
The world will never be complete: it is a fragment. Existence is therefore an absolute fragment. Perhaps to take that thought into our hearts and minds, right into our flesh and bones, would be to make us truly postmodern.