The sublime during the Romantic period was used at first to describe the landscapes and then adapted by poets of the era.  The sublime during this time was anything, usually nature related, that provoked great emotion that would be either fear of the unknown beyond rational thought or ecstasy from natural phenomena.  Personally, there are many things I feel that would encompass the “sublime” in my life, but the one most frequently on my mind is death.  Although I have suffered through the pain of losing someone close to you, I have yet to come to an understanding about or with death.  There is nothing more certain than the mortality of man- everybody dies.  Some people can easily accept death as something natural, but to me it is something that almost excites me, as I do not know what lies beyond, but also scares me, as I do not know what lies beyond.  It is nearly impossible to try to conceptualize or guess what happens as human beings only understand that it occurs; nothing more nothing less.  There are many things that human beings will strive to understand, but never will.  Death is one of these things.  The only way to find out what actually occurs during and after death is to go through the process.  When my mind wanders to death, it makes me think about the experiment where the human soul was weighed.  Where does this three-quarters of an ounce go?