What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the winter time. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.
Dying words of Crowfoot, Orator for the Blackfoot Confederacy. Recorded in Monture, E.B. Canadian Portraits, Brant, Crowfoot, Oronhyatekha, Famous Indians (Clark, Irwin & Co.; Toronto 1960) p. 120; cited by T. C. McLuhan in Touch The Earth (Promontory Press, New York, 1971) p. 12.
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