My father's face is in the rock on the mountain; the rock to which I turn and all sons turn to see the face of all our fathers on the mountain.

The voice of my father is on the wind and my voice also when it becomes strong for only my sons to hea
r and keep on hearing after I am gone.

To fly higher than the eagle, to run faster than the deer, to swim as freely as the fish, to have the cunning of the coyote and the sleekness of the lion - this is to possess the spirit that sings in the wind and cries in the fire, the spirit that shall never leave my home.