Bodhi watches the atheist riders leave. He continues walking in the Field of Freethinkers until he comes to a graveyard in which Zarathustra is examining a beehive illuminated by his lantern. As Bodhi approaches, Zarathustra says: 

science can become a religion

preaching a new absolute

fixed laws of nature

that never quite compute

whether creating life

or seeking a unified theory

these are endless errands

where intellect grows weary

even these truths

they too must bend

bees build patterns

that never end

Zarathustra points to the hive and continues:

just as bees construct cells

with honey they labor to fill

so does science work unceasingly

to build, clean, distill

but what are they building

concepts in a vast collection

a tower built for shelter

or a graveyard of perception

truth is no absolute entity

to be found like a hive complete

the word is living, changing

always slipping from our feet

Night falls and they lay down to sleep. Bodhi says to himself: 

i am not here 

to fight the beast

i want to go home

not slay any priest

at the end of my rope

i have one last chance

must tie a knot and hold

let reason have one last dance