Like one who, having reached a strange place in a dream, upon waking does not find it, thus the liberated one does not see the body, having arrived at the nature of the Self.

The oft-repeated metaphor of the dream is no failure of imagination but a recognition that there exists but a single apt metaphor: all others—the river and the ocean, space and the vessel—are mere variations of the selfsame structure. The deha that vanishes is not the physical body but the body as ‘mine’; the body as body continues to appear, yet it is no longer the center of gravity of identity.