The True Man of ancient times knew nothing of loving life, knew nothing of hating death. He emerged without delight; he went back in without a fuss. He came briskly, he went briskly, and that was all. Furthermore, he didn't forget where he began; he didn't try to find out where he would end. Furthermore, he received something and took pleasure in it; he forgot about it and handed it back again.

The Complete Works of Chuang Tzu