" What has become of it? Where are you, pain?” He turned his attention to it. “Yes, here it is. Well, what of it? Let the pain be.” “And death … where is it?” He sought his former accustomed fear of death and did not find it. “Where is it? What death?” There was no fear because there was no death. In place of death there was light. “So that's what it is!” he suddenly exclaimed aloud. “What joy! "

― Leo Tolstoy , The Death of Ivan Ilych