Just as when we come into the world, when we die we are afraid of the unknown. But the fear is something from within us that has nothing to do with reality. Dying is like being born: just a change.
They make their fortune who are stout and wise, Wit rules the heavens, discretion guides the skies. [Lat. , Che sovente addivien che'l saggio e'l forte. Fabro a se stesso e di beata sorte. ]