Hear me my chiefs! I am tired. My heart is sick and sad. From where the sun now stands I will fight no more forever.
My family is from the South and I can remember all those ladies I grew up with like my great-aunts who had handkerchiefs. There's something sweet about them.
I see humanity now as one vast plant needing for its highest fulfillment only love the natural blessings of the great outdoors and intelligent crossing and selection.