Born along and defiled by the stream of qualities, unsteady, wavering, bewildered, full of desire, distracted, one goes on into the state of self-conceit. In thinking, ‘This is I’ and ‘That is mine’ one binds himself with himself, as does a bird with a snare.§
Kṛishṇa Yajur Veda, Maitrī Upanishad, 3.2. UPH, P. 418§