 What is life? Is it 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. This is your quiet, your spirit quest. You are a boy to become a man when the spirit vision comes from tonight. The spirit is yours. His swiftness and his cleverness will pass through coming to the ocean along to our troops. The spirits were everywhere and we live now. The white government and the login company, they own everything. Our tribes are scattered among the white man cities. Our cedar clues are gone. The salmon people are dying and our beautiful waters is filled. Kawate, the changer, created the white man as well. But the spirits are dying and the old ways are dying. Who can stop the winds and who can turn back the tides? And I give you the air and the beautiful earth that the white man has stolen from us and the spirits which once lived in all things are almost gone today. This is the heritage I give you in your heart and in your mind. Be a man with feeling heart. Hear the voice of the ocean calling me. Come. I'm going now to join the old people, the salmon and the sea otter who live in their villages under the sea.