What am I telling you now?  The living will die.
How do they live in illusion?
The rich become poor and kings are overthrown.
All changes.  The world is an illusion.
Why do I seem to shout?
The resurrection has nothing of this character.
It is truth standing firm.  It is revelation of what is,
and the transformation of things,
and a transition into freshness.
Incorruptibility floods over corruption.
Light rivers down upon the darkness, swallowing obscurity.
The pleroma fills the hollow.
These are the symbols and images of resurrection.
They establish its’ goodness.

From the The Valentinian Treatise on Resurrection