Those who are keenly aware of the demands of the mortal body do not look at death as an enemy but rather as a strange friend. Or nothing at all. You can be free of that mortal master now. No more serving that master of time. That master of place. No more hunger, or lack, or the eyes of other creatures upon your body.
You can now be free from the view and grasp of other mortals, their superstitions, their judgments, their racism, their eyes can no longer prey on you and their economics can no longer enslave you. Meta body. The Nirvana the Buddha knew to pursue.
It seemed to me that my life was hanging only by the tip of my lips; I closed my eyes in order, it seemed to me, to help push it out, and took pleasure in growing languid and letting myself go. It was an idea that was only floating on the surface of my soul, as delicate and feeble as all the rest, but in truth not only free from distress but mingled with that sweet feeling that people have who let themselves slide into sleep...If you don’t know how to die, don’t worry; Nature will tell you what to do on the spot, fully and adequately. Nature compels us to it. "Go out of this world," says she, "as you entered into it; the same pass you made from death to life, without passion or fear, the same, after the same manner, repeat from life to death. Your death is a part of the order of the universe, 'tis a part of the life of the world.
Life is violent. Death is gentle.