The leader stands in front of the great fire naked to the waist. His torso covered in black ash, surrounded by darkness. He raises his hands to the sky, following the orange embers as they float upwards towards the heavens above.
The disciples march counter clockwise around the bonfire... Chanting, banging their drums and playing their homemade pipes. Butchered chickens tied to their belts bounce with the steps of the marching.
Neck ties and briefcases are tossed into the fire in defiance of the laws of man. Every member empties their bank account in cash, which is then shredded and trampled underfoot.
Some throw their laptops onto the pyre, while a ceremonial goat is brought forth. The goat is fed old corporate memos, then sent off into the woods to live a free life.
A good life.
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