When I was ten years of age I looked at the land and the rivers, the sky above, and the animals around me and could not fail to realize they were made by some great power.  I was so anxious to understand this power that I questioned the trees and the bushes.  It seemed as though the flowers were staring at me, and I wanted to ask them, "Who made you?"  I looked at the moss-covered stones, some of them seemed to have the features of a man, but could not answer me.  Then I had a dream, and in my dream one of those small round stones appeared to me and told me that the maker of all was Wakan Tanka, and that in order to honor him I must honor his works in nature. Tatanka-Ohitika/Brave Buffalo (Teton Sioux) 1918