"It breaks off there. But the legend among my people is that Tutin did not die, that he in fact fled the dictatorship with a group of Jews in boats to the west. The legend of the origin of our people is that we are the Twelfth Tribe, come long ago to this new world to found the new Jerusalem at the same time as the old one came into being. Teotihuacan. The city-of-the-gods. The city-where-people-become-gods. We created it. We built the temple in the space between the two pyramids. We worshipped and grew there for three thousand years.

And the Europeans came. We dismantled the temple stone by stone and returned the stones to the earth so that there was no visible sign of the holiness of that spot, The prophecies told us the Europeans were coming. We had plenty of time. And we fled before they arrived. We fled to the north.

"We stopped in what you call central Texas at a holy spot, one of the special places on the surface of the planet. We stopped and founded the new city: Tehuacana. No longer City of the Gods. Now City of the People, because we understood that we no longer wanted or needed external, visible monuments. Our lives became our only monuments, our only art, our only religion, our only science. And the structures that we erected are truly more enduring than bronze for they are of pure energy. And they exist still in that place we named Tehuacana. A great people once lived in that place, lived physically in that place where you were born. And today in the nation which is itself the greatest monument to European rationality the only trace of that civilization is a tiny, forgotten village in central Texas. The people are still there, but they can be seen only by those who see without looking."

Lafe wanted to laugh, wanted to protest the Indian's insanity. He could do neither. He heard himself say, "I am so tired. May I sleep?"