Drop a worn-out shirt and put on a new one. Krishna says the self does exactly that with bodies. It is never born and never dies. No blade cuts it, no fire burns it, no water soaks it, no wind dries it. This is not metaphor. It is the Gītā's foundational claim about what you actually are — not the name, not the worry, not the ache in your back, but the one who notices all of these. The self is not improved by good days or damaged by bad ones. It watches. Krishna calls it an eternal fragment of himself, dwelling in every living creature. These verses ask you to sit with that claim honestly. If even a fraction of it is true, most of what frightens you cannot touch you.