The Highest Human Purpose Is Always To

The Kiowas Reckoned Their Stature By The Distance They Could See.

The Highest Human Purpose Is Always To Reinvent And Celebrate The Sacred.

Although My Grandmother Lived Out Her Long Life In The Shadow Of Rainy Mountian, The Immense Landscape Of The Continental Interior Lay Like Memory In Her Blood

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.

The Landscape Of The American West Has To Be Seen To Believed And Has To Be Believed To Be Seen.