. . . As the nerveless moths, that live their night or two–
Though like a moth a bright soul keeps on beating,
Bored and impatient in the monster’s mouth.
Robert Pinsky, “Dying”
All We Know of Heaven – Line of the Day
Parting is all we know of heaven,
And all we need of hell.
Emily Dickinson, “My Life Closed Twice Before Its Close–“
Gasping for Light 