for when i am quite, quite nothing, then it is everything.
When i am trodden quite out, quite, quite out,
every vestige gone, then i am here
risen, and setting my foot on another world
risen, accomplishing a resurrection
risen, not born again, but risen, body the same as before,
new beyond knowledge of newness, alive beyond life,
proud beyond inkling or furthest conception of pride,
living where life was never yet dreamed of, nor hinted at,
here, in the other world, still terrestrial
myself, the same as before, yet unaccountably new.D.H. Lawrence, “New Heaven and Earth,” Selected Poems.