BRAHMA and Maya exist together, as the shadow follows the body. If you try to cut it off, you fail; if you try to destroy it, it has an existence of its own; if you cover it up beneath you, it is there, out of sight. When it is inseparable, why should we persist in calling it separate? We lead ourselves into a confusion of mind. Tuka says, The taller you grow, the taller it is; the shorter, the shorter; it varies with yourself.