When a man dies, what does not leave him? The voice of a dead man goes into fire, his breath into wind, his eyes into the sun, his mind into the moon, his hearing into the quarters of heaven, his body into the earth, his spirit into space, the hairs of his head into plants, and his blood and semen are placed in water, what then becomes of this person? What remains is action. It’s quality becomes fate. Verily, one becomes good by good action, bad by bad action.