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The attar of sadness was down on his eyes,like rain on a lake.
The Ashwamedha (sacrificial horse) features were haunted by an underlying resignation to something yet to happen, the kind of look you see in those goats who graze alone.
असतो मा सद्गमय । तमसो मा ज्योतिर्गमय । मृत्योर्मा अमृतं गमय ।
From nonbeing lead me to being;
from darkness lead me to light;
from death lead me to immortality.
The sacrificer- king & the priests will murmur .
These were the last words ,the horse will hear.Soon his neck would feel the linen-drape they would strangle him with.
Thus began the ritual- the killing & silencing of helpless to wish powers to the kings .
Yes ,it is a ritual … helpless & innocents need to suffer or should die for the king to be powerful.1 claps