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I did not know then how much was ended. When I look back now from this high hill of my old age, I can still see the butchered women and children lying heapen and scattered all along the crooked gulch as plain as when I saw them with eyes still young. And I can see that something else died there in the bloody mud, and was buried in the blizzard. A peoples dream died there. It was a beautiful dream. . . .the nations hoop is broken and scattered. There is no center any longer, and the sacred tree is dead.
Black Elk - Oglala Sioux Clouds by Tree from Stock.xchng Crops from Pathways to Heaven II Pathways to Heaven III All Rights Reserved |
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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.
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we control matter because we control the mind, reality is in the skull
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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.
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Amazing shot
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Theres no Ctrl+Z in life
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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.
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Theres no Ctrl+Z in life
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THE WORLD SUCKS, DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!
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