Death is the veil which those who live call life; They sleep, and it is lifted. - Percy Bysshe Shelley

Should it be proved... that the mysterious principle which regulates the proceedings of the universe, is neither intelligent nor sensitive, yet it is not an inconsistency to suppose at the same time, that the animating power survives the body which it has animated, by laws as independent of any supernatural agent as those through which it first became united with it. Nor, if a future state be clearly proved, does it follow that it will be a state of punishment or reward.

Sing again, with your dear voice revealing A tone Of some world far from ours, Where music and moonlight and feeling Are one.

Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere; Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh, hear!