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I Did Not Know Then How Much Was Ended. When I Look Back Now From This High Hill Of My Old Age, I Can Still See The Butchered Women And Children Lying Heaped And Scattered All Along The Crooked Gulch As Plain As When I Saw Them With Eyes Still Young. And I Can See That Something Else Died There In The Bloody Mud, And Was Buried In The Blizzard. A People's Dream Died There. It Was A Beautiful Dream.

You Remember That My Great Vision Came To Me When I Was Only Nine Years Old, And You Have Seen That I Was Not Much Good For Anything Until After I Had Performed The Horse Dance Near The Mouth Of The Tongue River During My Eighteenth Summer.

Everything An Indian Does Is In A Circle, And That Is Because The Power Of The World Always Works In Circles.

But If The Vision Was True And Mighty, As I Know, It Is True And Mighty Yet;for Such Things Are Of Spirit, And It Is In The Darkness Of Their Eyes That Men Get Lost.

It Is Good To Have A Reminder Of Death Before Us, For It Helps Us To Understand The Impermanence Of Life On This Earth, And This Understanding May Aid Us In Preparing For Our Own Death. He Who Is Well Prepared Is He Who Knows That He Is Nothing Compared With Wakan-tanka, Who Is Everything; Then He Knows That World Which Is Real.