We must know the mythic structures that define us. - Joy Harjo

You're gone now, and I'm still in this predicament called living, Charlie.
I imagine things don't change much when you cross the line.
You're still you.
And I'm still here at the other end of this long, long wave, listening.

I can hear the sizzle of newborn stars, and know anything of meaning, of the fierce magic emerging here. I am witness to flexible eternity, the evolving past, and I know we will live forever, as dust or breath in the face of stars, in the shifting pattern of winds.

"Imagine if we natives went to the cemeteries in your cities and dug up your beloved relatives, pulled off rings, watches, and clothes, and called them "artifacts," then carried the bones over to the university for study so we could understand you. Consider that there are more bones of native people in universities and museums for study, than there are those of us living."