"... Everywhere smells – a mix of rotting waste tinged with excrement and urine. The waste piles itself up everywhere into mounds and hills, searched through time and again by those who can manage to scrape a living from the waste: existence on the lowest level. Waste – material that's nothing. That's all we've got for the Gods. All that has died – carcasses, corpses , things worthless. Things that are no longer sentient. Emptied being. If the sacred has an opposite, it would be the dirt. The better people, those who expect a better life after death know how important it is to avoid dirt..."