“All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses,
And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.”

―Walt Whitman

This a long poem and I love the whole thing but I’m just giving you the last bit. Read it all here.

Renascence

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

...
Like one gone mad I hugged the ground;
I raised my quivering arms on high;
I laughed and …