It is hard to follow one great vision in this world of darkness and of many changing shadows. Among those men get lost.
Black ElkI 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.
Black ElkWhether it happened so or not I do not know; but if you think about it you can see that it is true.
Black Elk