Flaming horses in the surf. To impose judgement is an abstract moralization that has nothing to do with the pure beauty of whatever may be happening, from any perspective. This is genuine clarity, stunning mystical science. The beast screams wheezingly with fear and alarm. One man rips him open with the flint.
Blood pours like a little waterfall from a fur mountain.
THEY YELL WITH GLEE distorting stripes of ochre and green upon their faces. The baby raven listens from his nest on a nearby cliff. Vultures think about it overhead. Two things grow together in darkness. The mystery of hunger become murder become this dark magic.