Eventually one gets to the Medicine Wheel to fulfill one's life.

- Old Mouse, Arikara

We live, we die, and like the grass and trees, renew ourselves from the soft earth of the grave. Stones crumble and decay, faiths grow old and they are forgotten, but new beliefs are born.

The faith of the villages is dust now... but it will grow again... like the trees.

- Chief Joseph, Nez Perce (1840-1904)