And leave the rest for the vultures; they love the carrion. When the burning stench of flesh rises with the red sun, forty hurts are to be constructed along the perimeter. Let no two animals occupy a dwelling place as to remain pure. Divide each day so that both father and mother may be respected. The holy men will trace the path of each star and the moon of each day, and for forty nights a sheep will be led to the altar
... and let your horse ride into the water... into the tree ...
back, back to dust. Back to the dust and back to the worms and back to the dirt