We’re all looking for a sign, something to help us justify our current path. And since we know that these indicators come from some other realm, we are only willing to heed the encouragement, or dissent from fellow humans to a point. No, we need a sign.
So we plod along on the way and associate these indicators with god-like approval of what is really “meant to be.” The natives of this area listened to signs from eack other, signs from the flora and fauna, and of course signs from the spiritual world, none evidently, more important than the other.
In fact, reading has shown him that the Indians of this area gave equal weight to the matters of mind, body, and spirit. No absolutes, no priority ranking, no cop outs behind the unseen curtain. They treated man, animal, and their many gods with equal reverence.
Decision making on next steps, which understandably was as far as they were capable of looking based on their day to day existence, was made upon a rational thought process. If the weather is changing, and if the available game is there, we will move there, now. No waiting for some sign that it is “meant to be”, because it is all meant to be. The only variable is our willingness to follow our collective minds, hearts, and spirits forward, the only way available to us.
One could say that too much is made of these savage, nomadic tribesmen and their “way of life.” But on reflection, they represent the only inhabitants of these lands of any considerable period in its history. We are simply a blip on the linear time chart. They have existed successfully for hundreds of years in this area as simple hunters and gathers prior to our cultural slaughter. So their ways hold water. Big water.
