I never hear that one is dead
  Without the chance of Life
  Afresh annihilating me
  That mightiest Belief,

  Too mighty for the Daily mind
  That tilling it’s abyss,
  Had Madness, had it once or, Twice
  The yawning Consciousness,

  Beliefs are Bandaged, like the Tongue
  When Terror were it told
  In any Tone commensurate
  Would strike us instant Dead -

  I do not know the man so bold
  He dare in lonely Place
  That awful stranger - Consciousness
  Deliberately face -

Emily Dickinson