In our society, fear of death is pervasive, and often makes that final transition terribly painful for the dying and their families. In this book, Chopra tells us that there is great comfort and wisdom to be found in Tagore's poetry, in which death and the beloved merge. When Tagore says "Death, oh my death, whisper to me! For you alone have I kept watch day after day, " you can hear and feel the ecstasy in his voice. For this spiritual teacher, the soul was much more real than any object, and he sang of death as a joyful voyage home to the eternity from which we sprang. For Tagore our suffering around death is simply due to lack of preparation; by becoming familiar with death, and watching it grow closer and closer, we can come to live fully in the present moment. As Tagore tells us, "If you weep because the sun has gone out, Your tears may blind you to the stars."