"Most beings spring from other individuals; but there is a certain kind which reproduces itself.... When it has lived [as long as humans allow], it builds itself a nest in the branches of [a barbecue].... In this it collects cinnamon, and spikenard, and myrrh, and of these materials builds a pile on which it deposits itself, and dying, breathes out its last breath.... From the body of the parent [pig], a young [pig] issues forth, destined to live as long a life as its predecessor. When this has grown up and gained sufficient strength, it lifts its nest from the [barbecue]... and deposits it in the [garbage]."Thus did Ovid mean to describe and eulogize the Humble and/or Supreme Pig, the eternally victorious and eternally defeated beast.
More to the point, could Suicidefoodism have a more fitting emblem?
Continually reborn, it scorns Death, renounces it. It kills Death. And yet it embraces Death. Without death, it is nothing. Its identity is inextricably bound up with dying (and being eaten). It exists solely to cease existing (and be eaten). Its ending is its triumph, and vice versa.
And so the Cult bears aloft its own mythology, inventing order from chaos, transmuting lunch from death-conquering livestock.