I Sometimes Think The Contemporary White American

Words Were Medicine; They Were Magic And Invisible. They Came From Nothing Into Sound And Meaning. They Were Beyond Price; They Could Neither Be Bought Nor Sold.

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

Her Name Is Ago, And She Belonged To The Last Culture To Evolve In North America.

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

To Look Upon That Landscape In The Early Morning, With The Sun At Your Back, Is To Lose The Sense Of Proportion.