“Crazy Horse dreamed and went into the world where there is nothing but the spirits of all things. That is the real world that is behind this one, and everything we see here is something like a shadow from that one.”
― Black Elk, Black Elk Speaks: Being the Life Story of a Holy Man of the Oglala Sioux
To aim to be rootless in the world is an odd path…to want to be of nature…Crazy Horse desired this. He wanted to be of nature, to shed his human shell and be wind, or leaves, or bolts of lightning. Even the Oglala Sioux found him unusual. They referred to him as “our strange man.”
From time to time, I think I understand this longing; a feeling of being lost and not belonging in the world you’re in.
Nature seems to heal this. There is no right and wrong in nature, merely consequences.
Crazy Horse believed in spirits–that everything in the natural world had a meaning, a definition that guided his, and our, destiny.
When people bother me about not having a deity, the closest thing I can tell them about what I believe is something like this. Like what the first nation peoples and the Shinto Japanese believed. I believe nature and the idea of god are close to the same thing, and I curse neither of them.