" The man who had died looked nakedly on life, and saw a vast resoluteness everywhere flinging itself up in stormy or subtle wave-crests, foam-tips emerging out of the blue invisible, a black and orange cock or the green flame-tongues out of th extremes of the fig tree. They came forth, these things and creatures of spring, glowing with desire and with assertion. They came coloured and tangible, evanescent, yet deathless in their coming. The man who had died, but he saw no longer their tremulous desire to exist and to be. He heard instead their ringing, ringing, defiant challenge to all other things existing."
-D H Lawrence, The Man Who Died