About 1500 years ago, a buddhist monk in china write a chant.
' Hoeing with bare hands;
walking while sitting on a horse;
crossing a wide river over an arch bridge;
it is the bridge which is flowing, not the water.'
Although people are confused by the contradictions at the beginning,
a few of them realize something sooner or later.
You can understand it in this way:
Our hand is a kind of tool, just like the hoe, also our body.
The real us is not our bodies, but the one who is riding our bodies.
Our body is changing from young to mature, from prime to old and weak,
just like an ancient chinese arch bridge, which going up first, then going down from the top.
Can you realize this changing physical body is not real you? (Neither your spirit nor your ghost, if you think they are also with some figure like they show in the movies.)
The real you is far wider.
Actually, more exactly, any flesh or other form of body is so small part of your life, that you can even ignore it.
