Kṛṣṇa now sets the individual's death within a cosmic frame. “Those who know that a day of Brahmā lasts a thousand ages, and his night as many, they know day and night.” At the coming of that cosmic day all beings stream forth from the Unmanifest; at its close they dissolve back into the same Unmanifest (8.18–19), “helplessly, again and again.” The staggering scale is not offered to crush us but to loosen the grip of the little life: what looks permanent to us is a flicker in a rhythm of unimaginable breadth. And the whole rhythm, Kṛṣṇa will say, still stands upon something that does not move.