this universe is huge, and the world i live on is just as vast in its own way. there are so many places to fly and so many places to see. will i never be able to see and know it all. but in my journey as a lost pale-face i can have the pleasure of being lost. i can explore new things. to the ends of the world; to the ends of my life; and to the ends of this universe. the native americans believe in the great spirit. in the world that i call mine, i have seen too many things to not believe that this place was created. in the white man's religion and view of god i cannot believe. the white man has clouded his god in their religion. no, i will follow the great spirit. though i believe god and the great spirit to be one and the same, i believe that the native americans understood what it was to have a true relationship. what other purpose is there in life but to have relationships, and what more important relationship does one have than with his creator? fly on pale-face. fly on.
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