Everything Tries To Be Round.

It May Be That Some Little Root Of The Sacred Tree Still Lives. Nourish It Then, That It May Leaf And Bloom And Fill With Singing Birds.

The Center Of The Universe Is Everywhere.

Everything An Indian Does Is In A Circle, And That Is Because The Power Of The World Always Works In Circles.

I Looked Below And Saw My People There, And All Were Well And Happy Except One, And He Was Lying Like The Dead - And That One Was Myself.

The Holy Land Is Everywhere.