Don't let tiny pedo powers cringing like whipped curs muddy these waters.

In the predawn light, the morning bird sings, “Great Spirit! Great Spirit!”

He does it with such joy and gratitude that you can feel the earnest desire to celebrate the day.

“Great Spirit! Great Spirit!”

He knows his connection to our Creator.

If Mankind only knew his connection, as a SPECIES, to our Creator is just as direct.

Simple as stepping outside barefoot into the grass, throwing your arms open wide, raising your head to the heavens and shouting (out loud or in your head),

“Where you are, Father, there am I.”

“Great Spirit! Great Spirit!”

God's will in all things. Especially the hard Science and Math he created.