The Sky Is Round, And I Have

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.

Now Suddenly There Was Nothing But A World Of Cloud, And We Three Were There Alone In The Middle Of A Great White Plain With Snowy Hills And Mountains Staring At Us; And It Was Very Still; But There Were Whispers.

All Things Are Our Relatives; What We Do To Everything, We Do To Ourselves. All Is Really One.

But I Think I Have Done Right To Save The Vision In This Way, Even Though I May Die Sooner Because I Did It; For I Know The Meaning Of The Vision Is Wise And Beautiful And Good; And You Can See That I Am Only A Pitiful Old Man After All.

Out Of The Indian Approach To Life There Came A Great Freedom, An Intense And Absorbing Respect For Life, Enriching Faith In A Supreme Power, And Principles Of Truth, Honesty, Generosity, Equity, And Brotherhood As A Guide To Mundane Relations.