Our fear of death is our fear of the uncontrollable unknown. It is the same old fear. It lies in wait behind our eyelids as we awake each morning. It is the fear of fears. It needs space to breathe.
Zen master Suzuki Roshi said that if you put a wild horse in a small stall it can go mad and kick out all the slats, but if you lead this same stallion to an open meadow and let him go, he will run about for a while then settle down, roll in the grass, and go to sleep.
— Stephen Levine, A Year to Live