"When the last Red Man shall have perished, and the memory of my tribe shall have become a myth among the white men, these shores will swarm with the invisible dead of my tribe, and when your children's children think themselves alone in the field, the store, the shop, upon the highway, or in the

silence of the pathless woods, they will not be alone...At night when the streets of your cities are silent and you think them deserted, they will throng with the returning ghosts that once filled them and still love this beautiful land.  The White Man will never be alone."

                                         -Chief Sealth of the Duwamish

The above might serve as an extreme example but it ties into something I think about often.  Rather than writing about my feelings, I have a question to ask of whoever might read this, when you are walking around in this or any other city or town, do you ever feel the presence of the ones who came before?  Not only the people but the winged creatures, the antlered creatures, the creatures who walked on four legs?  The world we have created has been around such a short time in the grand scheme of things.  The land that we stand on was for thousands of years the wild home to many creatures, some of whom no longer even exist.  Do you ever feel them hiding from you or hunting you?  If you have any belief at all in ghosts, then we must be surrounded and the ghosts surrounding us must be quite confused by what they are seeing.