To me, this quote made me think about spiritual life. When I looked at my father's body and many years late my mother's body, it was an empty shell. In many ways, that physical body didn't even look much like them any mroe - the spirit was gone. Where it is, who knows. As a kid I thought of death as taking someone to heaven - up there in the clouds, looking down on us. When I worked for the airlines, there were a couple of times that I'd think, "O.K., here I am at 39,000 feet out over the South Pacific and the clouds aren't heaven." As for a self is not: here on Earth, our clothes, hair, jewelry, education, homes, all of the material possessions seem to make up our self. But for anyone who has ever traveled to a new place and had that eerie feeling that he or she has been there before, then who is the self? Clean and happy can vary widely depending on where one is on the planet. They are human standards.