But an end need not be that way. The end of exile, perhaps? I think here of O'Neill's Long Day's Journey Into Night.
The absence of the physical element sometimes bites my ass hard. I don't like to get stuck on it, though it sometimes happens.
By end of exile you do mean that there'd be no more leaving or losing the safe ground between Jack and Ennis? Something paradoxical like not having to fight to find that ground anymore because it's gone?
I know I could have read into it wrong, but I still feel like smiling on this idea.
I find it elaborates on the idea of that separate peace, but then I still wonder how long it would take Ennis to either accept he could never physically love Jack again, or to believe Jack was just the stage before his discovery of something truer. Often I find my faith and the likelihood of Ennis' to be in constant limbo with each other.
One thing I find for certain is, and as a token of that immortality you mention, Ennis could at least always look in the closet to know how his heart (and Jack's) works.