And when I breathed, my breath was lightning.

I was four years old then, and I think it must have been the next summer that I first heard the voices.

And if the great fear had not come upon me, as it did, and forced me to do my duty, I might have been less good to the people than some man who had never dreamed at all, even with the memory of so great a vision in me.

And I saw that the sacred hoop of my people as one of many hoops that made one circle.

At the center of the universe dwells the Great Spirit. And that center is really everywhere. It is within each of us.

It's in the darkness of men's eyes that they get lost.

Like the grasses showing tender faces to each other, thus should we do, for this was the wish of the Grandfathers of the World.