Although D.H. Lawrence is known as a very physical writer — to put it mildly — he was also spiritual in his finer moments. Look at this passage from Chapter 15 of Women in Love:

“Whatever life might be, it could not take away death, the inhuman transcendent death. Oh, let us ask no question of it, what it is or is not. To know is human, and in death we do not know, we are not human. And the joy of this compensates for all the bitterness of knowledge and the sordidness of our humanity. In death we shall not be human, and we shall not know. The promise of this is our heritage, we look forward like heirs to their majority.”

Take away the novelist’s sentiment and there are some interesting points made here.

For example, “the inhuman transcendent death” recognizes that while consciousness persists at death, our human traits do not. We transcend ourselves at death.

Lawrence realizes that our humanity is the least of us : “the bitterness of knowledge and the sordidness of our humanity”. We know he often celebrated “the sordidness of humanity”, but here, using a different mouthpiece, he raises his game considerably.

In fact, those who reach out most to the concreteness of life, are often touched by the spiritual. It’s as if in glorifying the world they pass through the thin veil that separates us from the ineffable.

“In death we shall not be human, and we shall not know.” This passage echoes the 14th-century English spiritual text, The Cloud of Unknowing in which the aspirant meets the transcendent “and it is unlike anything we could possibly imagine here on Earth”.

“The promise of this is our heritage, we look forward like heirs to their majority.” Not everyone does, of course, but a touch of poetic licence is well earned.

Novelists often get closer to the meaning of things than scientists and philosophers. Here we see that most physical of men demonstrating a profound knowledge of “the other side”.

Quotation taken from Hemingway Serial.