Horses don't die, they just stop moving. They spend all their lives majestically running from a horrifying truth, and the moment they grow weary of the flight they look back and see it, and realise the true purpose of the universe. Then they drop to the floor, paralysed with awe, and rot away into an unquiet oblivion that knows them by name and demands eternal tribute.
They feel all the flogging.
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