Indians Are Marvelous Storytellers. In Some Ways,

To Look Upon That Landscape In The Early Morning, With The Sun At Your Back, Is To Lose The Sense Of Proportion.

Your Imagination Comes To Life, And This, You Think, Is Where Creation Was Begun.

They Have Assumed The Names And Gestures Of Their Enemies, But Have Held On To Their Own, Secret Souls; And In This There Is A Resistance And An Overcoming, A Long Outwaiting.

It's A Landscape That Has To Be Seen To Be Believed. And, As I Say On Occasion, It May Have To Be Believed In Order To Be Seen.

The First Word Gives Origin To The Second, The First And Second To The Third, And The Third To The Fourth, And So On. You Cannot Begin With The Second Word.