You can imagine, perhaps, a 16 pointed star, etched into plate rock, buried underfoot. An orienting object. Cardinal elements and, between them, pantheon. Orienting divinities, ordering the world for the cycle of planting, tending, and reaping. But it was never held tightly. No books of order, just giving and impulse. Dancing and crying out. To get very close to the engulfing force. Flesh to flesh contact. Conceiving of flesh to flesh exchange. Farm technology.