We Walk Ourselves Into Ruts So Deep

We Walk Ourselves Into Ruts So Deep We Cannot See Over Them.

A Prison! Heav'ns, I Loath The Hated Name, Famine's Metropolis, The Sink Of Shame, A Nauseous Sepulchre, Whose Craving Womb Hourly Inters Poor Mortals In Its Tomb; By Ev'ry Plague And Ev'ry Ill Possess'd, Ev'n Purgatory Itself To Thee 's A Jest.

A Lost Trail Always Extends Beyond The Evidence, And Even The Trails We Find Are Only Fragments Of The Trails That Lie Beyond Our Comprehension.

We Learned To Be Patient Observers Like The Owl. We Learned Cleverness From The Crow, And Courage From The Jay, Who Will Attack An Owl Ten Times Its Size To Drive It Off Its Territory. But Above All Of Them Ranked The Chickadee Because Of Its Indomitable Spirit.

If Today I Had A Young Mind To Direct, To Start On The Journey Of Life, And I Was Faced With The Duty Of Choosing Between The Natural Way Of My Forefathers And That Of The... Present Way Of Civilization, I Would, For Its Welfare, Unhesitatingly Set That Child's Feet In The Path Of My Forefathers. I Would Raise Him To Be An Indian!