Others will say that they do not care for their body, but only for their mind. They take care of their own imaginations, their own standards of thinking, "What you say is wrong, what I say is right." They are occupied with thoughts, with pursuits, with arguments, saying, "Am I right? Are you? Is she?" And they are all the time in doubt and constant worry of mind; all the time occupied in a struggle about something which is really nothing. To the seer it matters nothing. And then the tide, death, comes, and they are swept away; the mind goes, the body goes, and the soul returns to its own source. This is a picture of mortality when mind departs from body with the impression of death.