Taking a stick in hand, Tuka chased after the filth of worldliness. He carried it to the cremation ground, the very place where human bodies are burned. Whatever had clung to him from past indulgences was now dragged out and cast before him. No fear arose; it is God who experiences both joy and sorrow. For this purpose, this final resolve was made, and the mind was put to the test. Says Tuka, experience is good. Otherwise, one becomes a slave to the thief.