We Walk Ourselves Into Ruts

Complacency Makes One As Guilty As Those Who Destroy The Earth.

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!

If We Are Going To Allow Somebody To Request A Recount, The Intent Obviously Is That You Expect A Recount To Be Included.

The First Track Is The End Of A String. At The Far End, A Being Is Moving; A Mystery, Dropping A Hint About Itself Every So Many Feet, Telling You More About Itself Until You Can Almost See It, Even Before You Come To It. The Mystery Reveals Itself Slowly, Track By Track, Giving Its Genealogy Early To Coax You In. Further On, It Will Tell You The Intimate Details Of Its Life And Work, Until You Know The Maker Of The Track Like A Lifelong Friend.

The Place Where You Lose The Trail Is Not Necessarily The Place Where It Ends.