A tomato on the table looks solid until your elbow catches it: one second, and there is nothing left to pick up. Śrī Prem Prayojan Prabhu says the body works the same way. It seems dependable only because it is still intact, yet it is absurdly fragile, and the end can come at any minute. And inside this shell lives the one who never dies — who seriously takes himself to be the shell. Hence the background anxiety almost everyone knows: fear with no cause, simply from carrying something breakable. The shastras call such a borrowed covering upādhi — a temporary designation mistaken for oneself. The lecture notes that when the mind is calm, the two come apart; when it is disturbed, they merge back into one.