We rarely think of ourselves as owners — the word belongs to books about tycoons. But test it on something small: someone takes "your" seat on the train, and something inside you jumps. Now some simple arithmetic. There were any number of wealthy people, and they are all dead; not one of them took away even a hair from his head. You came into this world empty-handed and you will leave the same way. So it is not about the size of the account: the sense of "mine" is itself an illusion, because everything that can be owned is destructible. The Īśopaniṣad says it plainly: everything in this world belongs to the Lord and is meant for His service. Even this body is not your property. It is only on loan.