A story is told in India of a woodcutter who, when he was overcome with self-pity after having worked all day long, used to say, "O, what a life! What a terrible life, having to work all day long in the hot sun cutting wood; I wish I were dead." And sometimes he used to say, "O death, why do you not come? I would rather die than live such a life!" And one day Death took pity on him and appeared before him. But the moment he looked at Death, he was so frightened that he began to beg him to leave him in this world a little longer; he said he would never invoke his name again, that he would very much like to live a few more days on earth. So it is with everyone. They call death when death is not present, but when death comes, then they are frightened.