And If The Great Fear Had Not

But I Think I Have Done Right To Save The Vision In This Way, Even Though I May Die Sooner Because I Did It; For I Know The Meaning Of The Vision Is Wise And Beautiful And Good; And You Can See That I Am Only A Pitiful Old Man After All.

Everything An Indian Does Is In A Circle, And That Is Because The Power Of The World Always Works In Circles, And Everything Tries To Be Round. In The Old Days When We Were A Strong And Happy People, All Our Power Came To Us From The Sacred Hoop Of The Nation, And So Long As The Hoop Was Unbroken The People Flourished.

I Cured With The Power That Came Through Me. Of Course, It Was Not I Who Cured,it Was The Power From The Outer World; The Visions And Ceremonies Only Made Me Like A Whole Through Which The Power Could Come To The Two-leggeds. If I Thought That I Was Doing It Myself, The Hole Would Close Up And No Power Could Come Through. Then Everything I Could Do Would Be Foolish.

There Can Never Be Peace Between Nations Until There Is First Known That True Peace Which Is Within The Souls Of Men.

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.