So I Took The Bright Red Stick

Crazy Horse Dreamed And Went Into The World Where There Is Nothing But The Spirits Of Things. That Is The Real World That Is Behind This One, And Everything We See Here Is Something Like A Shadow From That World.... It Was This Vision That Gave Him His Great Power, For When He Went Into A Fight, He Had Only To Think Of That World To Be In It Again, So That He Could Go Through Anything And Not Be Hurt

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

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.

Grandfather, Great Spirit, Once More Behold Me On Earth And Lean To Hear My Feeble Voice.

Everything Tries To Be Round.