Below the Light / Above the Dark

 “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.”  -Last words of Crowfoot, 1890