Emily Dickinson sat at a portal to the universal. For those who know the grief of loss, of the closing of ones own life in the closing of others, here is Dickinson putting it, our wonder, for us simply and beautifully.
My life closed twice before its close;
It yet remains to see
If Immortality unveil
A third event to me,
So huge, so hopeless to conceive,
As these that twice befell.
Parting is all we know of heaven,
And all we need of hell.