not the best place to look.
i see. and where were you going?
it is a sacred place. my people come here to commune with their spirits.
not easy to understand perhaps. for us, the spirit is like the shadow on the rock. sometimes close, sometimes far away, sometimes the sky clouds and the shadow fades. we come here to ask our spirits to return to us. the man.  he speaks to the grandfather from whom all spirits are born. the great spirit who binds every living thing. he has no name. but he is everywhere. in the sun and the moon, the wind and the rain.
now he asks for the gift of vision that he may see through to the spirit shape of things. to find the spirits of the lost. to bring them into the light.