Sacrifice exists for itself in Hinduism, independently of humans, and even independently of the gods, that's what I told him, W., and he often ponders it.
Then it doesn't matter whether priests tend the sacrifice? It doesn't matter whether offerings are made to the fire?, W. says. The fire is in all things already, burning, I tell W. It's already there as the destruction of those things, as their ruin.
What does it mean? Either way, what matters is to become the sacrifice, I've told him. What matters is to awaken the highest Self, Atman.
Is that what I attempt to accomplish in our presentations?, W. wonders. Is it to sacrifice – the burning nature of all things – I aspire in my ongoing ruination of my life? Undoubtedly.
But W., too, is being caught in the sacrifice. What's happened to him since he took up with me? He's going down, everyone has told him that. He's be warned! Reprimanded! Don't hang out with Lars: the advice has been quite categorical.
Do I want to sacrifice him, too? Will he be cast upon the sacrificial fire?