The God of wind, I can imagine, he huffed and puffed. Trying to blow away as much as he could. But he couldn't touch that piece of straw. He comes back and tells the other gods what this Yaksa is. And then they turn to the king of the gods, Indra. The mind when it contemplates, who am I? And you find nothing there. Nothing disappears. Everything falls apart and shows,. everything is revealed to be empty. What does it mean? Not the body, not the senses, not the mind, none of it is I. They are all objects and they are no existence of themselves. All compounded. So is there nothing