The mind is an ocean... I and so many worlds are rolling there, mysterious, dimly seen! And our bodies? Our body is a cup, floating on the ocean; soon it will fill, and sink... Not one bubble will show where it went down. The spirit is so near that you can't see it! But reach for it... don't be a jar full of water, whose rim is always dry. Don't be the rider who gallops all night and never sees the horse that is beneath him.