Entering the pool, gliding in the hot waters and absorbing fogged steam. It is… wonderful to such as this body needs.

Spiritual comes to mind. Peace. Satisfaction. Refuge. Knowledge. Comfort. And today, conversation.

Indigenous people commonly known as American Indians, or, Native Americans hold much in common with the natural elements of this world.

Today, for almost two hours, talk of customs, words, and ways. The way of European, of countries without names before they became countries. Talk of language. Wars. Conquest. Social justice. Supreme Court.

Tribal reservations. Corporations. Religion. Greed.

Much enjoyed the dialogue with a proud voice that is trying to keep the spirit of her ‘people’ alive.

Talk of how in 500 years the children will still soak in the Spring. Or will they?

There is so much, so very much that will change.

Talk of artificial intelligence and the impact on humanity. Of technology. Yes indeed, a good talk today.

As for personal names, name are like the wind to me. They blow in one ear and depart the other, leaving only the important aspects of conversation inside.

Thankfully there are still people who engage in debate and conversation. Much like of old where flames of a common fire held the council of dreams, of talk of the day, of battles and what is held by those of common theme.

So, where were you born and who are your people? And what does that mean?

To some, such as those clinging to identity, it means everything.

For such as myself, not one damn thing.

And in this, this is wonderful to engage in conversation to learn of those customs of such that people cling.