I'm walking around one of my old school places, this sort of big white campus. In a street a horse passes by me and I remember about being a kid and going horseriding. I remember how once I had this great idea, I wanted to share something huge and beautiful with my mentors. Back then when a horse died I always felt like god had had to take its action on them, so that death was a tangible sign of its presence, a proof. I got this feeling of reassurance when it happened, and tender transcendence. So, that one time this dear horse of mine died, and I thought how nice it would've been to show my mentors and my people how beautiful that was, how you could get close to god through that sad, beautiful happening. I decided to take my horse to them, to make them a gift of its presence and so I did. I took it to school the morning right after it died, in the back of a van, I drove it right up to them, to make them see. Once I had gotten there and gathered my people I said "look" and I opened the back of the van so that they could see.
But there was no god there, only a dead horse.