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.

The Holy Land is everywhere.

The Great Spirit is everywhere; He hears whatever is in our minds and our hearts, and it is not necessary to speak to Him in a loud voice.

Birds make their nest in circles, for theirs is the same religion as ours.

Whether it happened so or not I do not know; but if you think about it you can see that it is true.

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

Also, as I lay there thinking of my vision, I could see it all again and feel the meaning with a part of me like a strange power glowing in my body; but when the part of me that talks would try to make words for the meaning, it would be like fog and get away from me.