Wisdom from a Seneca Elder

Life was like water; it flowed on like a river and then entered a great sea and mingled in a vast pool of life.

Old age was like a tree whose branches had been broken by storms and whose trunk had become weather-beaten and decayed.

Good words were like flowers that bloomed and bore seed that lived on after the flowers had withered.

--Seneca archaeologist Arthur Caswell Parker, in his biography of Chief Red Jacket