Every Place Is The Center Of The

My Friend, I Am Going To Tell You The Story Of My Life, As You Wish; And If It Were Only The Story Of My Life I Think I Would Not Tell It; For What Is One Man That He Should Make Much Of His Winters, Even When They Bend Him Like A Heavy Snow?

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.

I Did Not Know Then How Much Was Ended. When I Look Back Now From This High Hill Of My Old Age, I Can Still See The Butchered Women And Children Lying Heaped And Scattered All Along The Crooked Gulch As Plain As When I Saw Them With Eyes Still Young. And I Can See That Something Else Died There In The Bloody Mud, And Was Buried In The Blizzard. A People's Dream Died There. It Was A Beautiful Dream.

I Saw More Than I Can Tell / And I Understood More Than I Saw.

Behold This Day. It Is Yours To Make.