Ah yes, a bunch of silver-spooned layabouts, who happened to be able to read and write thousands of years ago, serve as a monument to man's ability to convince himself he's not just a sack of meat that's slowly rotting, thought by pointless thought -- and not just the collected writings of amateur poets who had no sense of prose.
There is no mind. There is no body. Any separation and categorization of groups of ever swapped-out atoms is arbitrary.
To a krill living in the ocean, there is no mind, or body, or any such nonsense about thought. There is simply food and not food.
To the universe, there is none but itself. And itself is all there is.
Really pleased to see this perspective. Conceptual boundaries are illusory; quantum physics reveals that there are no actual boundaries between "discrete" objects, except as a matter of linguistic convenience and evolutionally-beneficial environment interaction.
Our language divides the world into discrete regions of spacetime which we assume are unchanging "things" rather than ever-changing aspects of a single unified process. And any phenomenon you could ever possibly identify could only ever be another aspect of that process.
People will gloss over this, as this is the common western view, but it should be noted that this is not how it is.
Your body is contained in your mind. Your universe is contained within your mind. All of this is simply the contents of your mind.