Mud sighed. "Yes," he said. "l did have a vision, but strange, so strange. I saw giant stone birds flying above the clouds without moving their wings, which had roaring flames beneath them.
Whole tribes sat in luxurious skins inside the body of the bird, eating and drinking calmly as if it were nothing.

Other men in strange skins as bright as the Moon spoke to pebbles which sent their words instantly to other pebbles which spoke them again countless days journey away.
Men in moonskins with their heads inside bubbles of water travelled in a great stone bird to the moon and pictures such as we make in the sacred caves, moved and were filled with light and sound.

It seemed as if these pictures were real inside bubbles of water in the strangely carved and marked rocks.
These people also travelled inside the bellies of stone mammoths along flat stone that went on and on forever. These things and many more, which I cannot tell of, because there are no words I can use to tell...

"All the time were noises like thunder or the crashing of many rocks falling, the noise of many birds and of thousands of insects and of strange voices, but all these sounds more strange, as they only can be in the spirit worId."