Taking a stick in hand, Tuka went after the corpse. He carried it to the cremation ground, the very place where human bodies are burned. What had been dragged along from past habits was now pulled out and thrown before him. No fear arose; it is God who experiences both joy and sorrow. For this purpose alone this extinction was made, and the mind was put to the test. Says Tuka, experience is good. Without it, one becomes a slave to the thief.