Dedicated to the Hopi tribes, who knew agriculture, and the art of living, when Europe was starving, crawling in medieval darkness.
Slowly they appear in his vision: the millions, slaughtered by disease, hunger, the swords and bullets of the invaders.
He knows: a people in tune with nature, who understood the path of Mother Earth, as no-one since has understood Her.
And, now, he, the scientist, knows the end is near: his own tribe will have to leave the fourth world, and find solace in hell.
Then the braves will rise from their forgotten graves, as trees from the desert.