Everything Tries To Be Round.

Give Me Strength To Walk The Soft Earth, A Relative To All That Is.

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.

But I Think I Have Done Right To Save The Vision In This Way, Even Though I May Die Sooner Because I Did It; For I Know The Meaning Of The Vision Is Wise And Beautiful And Good; And You Can See That I Am Only A Pitiful Old Man After All.

Everything An Indian Does Is In A Circle, And That Is Because The Power Of The World Always Works In Circles, And Everything Tries To Be Round. In The Old Days When We Were A Strong And Happy People, All Our Power Came To Us From The Sacred Hoop Of The Nation, And So Long As The Hoop Was Unbroken The People Flourished.

Birds Make Their Nest In Circles, For Theirs Is The Same Religion As Ours.