"In me the limitless occean, let the wave of the world rise or vanish of itself. I neither increase or decrease thereby." Astavakra Gita. "The body deteriorates, sickens, and dies, All composite things decay, all physical things are transitory, You don't die, You are eternal, changeless, That which changes isn't you, That which can be observed isn't you, These things come, and go again, An endless ebb and flow, An expansion and contraction, A rise and a fall, You are always at the centre, Ever changeless, Infinitely eternal, Eternally infinite."