"That is the tragedy," Shukla Master nodded. "The Gita says, 'Vasamsi jirnani yatha vihaya'—just as a person casts off worn-out garments and puts on new ones, the dweller in the body casts off worn-out bodies and enters others that are new. We know this intellectually. But we don't live it." "Why?" Kabir asked. "Why do we wait until they die to realize they were 'Souls'?" "Because death breaks the illusion of the vehicle," Shukla Master said. "Imagine you are driving a car. You are so obsessed with the dents on the bumper, the dust on the windshield, the noise of the engine. You scream at the car. Then, suddenly, the driver steps out and walks away. The car sits there, silent. Suddenly, you realize the car was never the point. The connection you crave... it was with the Driver. But the Driver has left." Kabir looked at the grey shawl again. The "Car" was parked permanently. The "Driver" was gone.