All other experiences that the soul has in the physical world and in the mental spheres become a sort of world around it. The soul lives in the midst of it, yet the soul never for one moment feels with anything that it is "I." This "I" it has reserved, and made captive in one thing only: the body. Of everything else the soul thinks that it is something else, something different: "It is near to me, it is dear to me, it is close to me, because it is related. It is mine, but it is not me." "I" stands as a separate entity, holding, attracting, collecting all that one has got and which makes one's own world.