When death knocks at your door you will tremble, because the life harmony has not yet been achieved, and death has come. You have not lived life, and death has come. You are as yet incomplete, in fact unborn, and death has come. You tremble. A man who has lived his life, one who has lived his day, always accepts death beautifully because there is nothing left to be done anymore. He has done all, he has lived all and he moved in all directions. All that life could give he had accumulated in himself. He has accumulated the honey of life, now he is ready to die.