For Thought Spoken words are unnecessary in a circle of elders.
Conversation goes on in silent, telepathic communication.
If white friends are there, the elders sigh and resort to words, translating, slowly, patiently, out of their symbolic tongues, for they know that even non-Indians, with their dimmed senses, have their places on the Wheel, and that to find one's appointed place and having found it stay there, is the meaning and the purpose of this life.