The creator spoke the first word and all that lived on the earth woke up and stretched and open their mouth and mind to say the word. Through many patterns of stars they all spoke to one another; the wind to the hawk, the snow to the stone, the frog to the rock. But after many turnings and many deaths the languages were forgotten. Yet the sun still moves up and down and the stars still shift in the sky and as long as there are movement and harmony.....there are words.