As the bees, my son, make honey by collecting the juices of distant trees,
and reduce the juice to one form.
And as these juices have no discrimination, so that they might say,
I am the juice of this tree or that, in the same manner, my son,
all these creatures, when they have become merged in the true (either in deep sleep or in death),
know not that they are merged in the true.
 ...This body indeed withers and dies when the living self has left it; the living self dies not.
That which is that subtle essence, in it all that exists has its self.
- The Upanishads, The Subtle Essence (Chhandogya Upanishads)
as published in Parabola Magazine.
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