It Is In The Darkness Of Their

Behold This Day. It Is Yours To Make.

So I Took The Bright Red Stick And At The Center Of The Nation's Hoop I Thrust It In The Earth.

And While I Stood There I Saw More Than I Can Tell And I Understood More Than I Saw; For I Was Seeing In A Sacred Manner The Shapes Of All Things In The Spirit, And The Shape Of All Shapes As They Must Live Together Like One Being.

They Told Me I Had Been Sick Twelve Days, Lying Like Dead All The While, And That Whirlwind Chaser, Who Was Standing Bear's Uncle And A Medicine Man, Had Brought Me Back To Life.

Sometimes Dreams Are Wiser Than Waking.