Death is a Fatal Car Crash

Death is a fatal car crash, but we walk away without a scratch. Imagine our surprise as we view the wreck – the mangled remains – how did we survive?

I propose that our body is like our car. A vehicle for the soul if you will.

Bhagavad-gītā chapter 2 verse 23 states

The soul can never be cut to pieces by any weapon, nor burned by fire, nor moistened by water, nor withered by the wind.

Through our life we are accustomed to identifying our body as our self – hence our surprise to survive the demise of our body. But I suggest that identifying with our body is much like a driver identifying with the car they drive. Yes, the driver may be attached to his/her car, be proud of it, or even love it! But the driver is not the car, and when the car has reached the end of its usability, either through an accident or old age, the owner discards it and purchases another. Their new card being selected within the limits of what they can afford and what they like.

Some parallels with the journey of the soul perhaps?