I looked about me once again, and suddenly the dancing horses without number changed into animals of every kind and into all the fowls that are, and these fled back to the four quarters of the world from whence the horses came, and vanished.

And when I breathed, my breath was lightning.

The song and the drumming were like this: Behold, a sacred voice is calling you; All over the sky a sacred voice is calling.

It is in the darkness of their eyes that men lose their way.

Behold this day. It is yours to make.

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

Hear me, four quarters of the world-a relative I am! Give me the strength to walk the soft earth, a relative to all that is! Give me the eyes to see and the strength to understand, that I may be like you. With your power only can I face the winds.