But am I nothing besides? I will consider⸺I am not that _structure_ of _parts_, which is called a Mans _Body_, neither am I any sort of _thin Air_ infused into those Parts, nor a _Wind_, nor _Fire_, nor _Vapour_, nor _Breath_, nor whatever I my self can feign, for all these things I have supposed _not to Be_. Yet my Position stands firm; _Nevertheless I am something._ Yet perhaps it so falls out that these very things which I suppose not to exist (because to me _unknown_) are in reallity nothing _different_ from that very _Self_, which I _know_. I cannot tell, I dispute it not now, I can only give my opinion of those things whereof I have some knowledge. I am sure that I exist, I ask who I am whom I thus know, certainly, the knowledge, of _Me_ (precisely taken) depends not on those things, whose existence I am yet ignorant of; and therefore not on any other things that I can _feign_ by my _imagination_. And this very Word (_feign_) puts me in mind of my _error_, for I should _feign_ in deed, if I should _imagine_ my self any thing; for to _imagine_ is nothing else but to think upon the _shape_ or _image_ of a _corporeal_ thing; but now I certainly know that I _am_, and I know also that ’tis possible that all these _images_, and generally whatever belongs to the _Nature_ of a _Body_ are nothing but _deluding Dreams_. Which things Consider’d I should be no less Foolish in saying, _I will imagine that I may more throughly understand what I am_, then if I should say, _at Present I am awake and perceive something true, but because it appears not evidently enough, I shall endeavour to sleep, that in a Dream I may perceive it more evidently and truely_. Wherefore I know that nothing that I can comprehend by my _imagination_, can belong to the _Notion_ I have of _my self_, and that I must carefully withdraw my mind from those things that it may more _distinctly_ perceive its _own Nature_.