The same es­cape, the same short numb­ing is what the driver of an ox­cart finds in the inn, drink­ing a few bowls of rice wine or fer­men­ted coconut milk. Then he won’t feel his self any more, then he won’t feel the pains of life any more, then he finds a short numb­ing of the senses. When he falls asleep over his bowl of rice wine, he’ll find the same what Siddhartha and Govinda find when they es­cape their bod­ies through long ex­er­cises, stay­ing in the non-self. This is how it is, O Govinda.