From "Anpao" - An American Indian Odyssey by Jamake Highwater
"At the place where all things began, there was first the black world. And Old Man, the all-spirit, lived in this void, silently and without emotion. For he was he.
The all-sprit was also her and all that exists between the her and the him, like the snail which from itself brings new life. For Old Man was without mother or father, being together something and nothing.
He looked around him, but there was nothing but himself to see. He listened carefully, but there was only silence. Nothing was born and nothing grew. Nothing was new and nothing old. There was only Old Man, alone in an unthinkable forever.
Because he was everything, Old Man was not lonely. But as he radiated through the endless time of nothingness, it seemed to him that something might be more interesting than nothing. Here and there within his immensity were specks of his power.
So he drew himself inward like a vast breath. And all that he was came together in one place, like the place in the acorn which imagines the tree. There he glowed with power until suddenly he was ignited by an idea of being. And from this mysterious center of the of the all-spirit came a light into the blankness which was so great that it illuminated all that had been in darkness, reaching beyond the farthest specks of him that is called everything. "
Need I say more?