I am a what, since I see me. If I could not see me, it would not be. If it were not, how could I be. What then would that be? If seeing sees seeing what happens? There would be just light. Darkness implies light. Because you see darkness. But light never implies darkness. Thus you see death. So, pray who dies? He who knows his death does not die. No.

There was another householder, say the Upanishads, whose name was Vajasravas. He had a young son called Nachiketas. Now Vajasravas having completed his final sacrificial rites, wished to give away all he possessed. Nachiketas then said to Vajasravas: ‘Sir, to whom will you give me? sa hovacha pitaram, tata kasmai mam dasyasiti?’ The father did not answer, once questioned, twice questioned, and when Naciketas asked a third time, he said, Vajasravas said: ‘Mrityave tva dadamiti—to Death do I give you.’ Maybe, the father remarked thus in irritation, or maybe, just as a joke. But what the father says must be obeyed.