Many of us are accustomed to thinking of ourselves on the physical plane alone. When we think of the Ego--the "I" of ourselves, we picture it as a human body with organs ranging from the finest--the brain, down to those of coarser atomic structure. To one living on this plane of consciousness the body is the _real_ self, and the Mind but an appendage to the body. Such a man speaks of "my mind" or "my soul," as he speaks of "my hat," "my coat," "my shoes"--as things belonging to him, which he uses, but which are not _him_. To him the Body is the real man--the Mind something useful to the body--the Spirit a nebulous hypothetical something of which he has but a hazy idea and no consciousness. He lives on the physical plane alone. Others picture their "I" as Intellect or Mind, having control of the body and its organs, and having its abode in the brain, or brains, of the human being. To these people the Intellect is the Real Self, in fact to many of this class the Intellect is elevated to the position of God, and they bow down to and worship it. They realize the subjection of the body to the Mind, and are aware of the wonderful power of the latter over the particular body under its control; the bodies of others; the minds of others. To them the Intellect is the highest self, identical with the Spirit. They are conscious of the wonderful workings of the mind, but are conscious of nothing higher. To some of them death seems to end all, their idea of mind being that it is a product of the brain. Others feel that somehow, somewhere, their Intellect will maintain its existence, but it is merely a _belief_ or hope, based upon the words of others who have claimed authority to speak. They have no consciousness of pre-existence or future existence--no perception of that REAL SELF which _knows_ itself to be Eternal.