“A little while and I will be gone from among you,
Whither, I cannot tell.
From nowhere we came;
into nowhere we go.
What is life?
It is the flash of a firefly in the night.
It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime.
It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.”
Whither, I cannot tell.
From nowhere we came;
into nowhere we go.
What is life?
It is the flash of a firefly in the night.
It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime.
It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.”
Chief Isapo-muxika,
1830-1890,
in memory of my mother, 11/06/1922-12/31/2008.
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