He worships the trees and rocks.

If he were wise he would not make gods of the swift arrow and bounding canoe; of the flowering ash and the flaming flint.

For these things have not life.

In his dreams he sees his arrow speed to the reeling deer; in his dreams he sees his canoe shoot over the crest of shining waves; and in his mind he gives them life.

When his eyes are opened he will see they have no spirit.