But no one can help it. Ihave searched in the darkness, being silent in the great lonely stillness of the dark. So I became a shaman, through visions and dreams and encounters with flying spirits. In our forefathers'day, the shamans were solitary men, but now they are all priests or doctors, weatherprophets or conjurers producing game or clever merchants, selling their skill for pay. Yes, a power that we call Sila, which is not to be explained in simple words.
Children hear a soft and gentle voice, almost like that of a woman.
When all is well, Sila sends no message to mankind, but withdraws into his own endless nothingness, apart. So he remains as long as men do not abuse life, but act with reverence towards their daily food.