They forgot they were free.
The wind swept across the open land where the birds wheeled across the clear sky and the men and women who settled and worked the farms stood proud and looked with fierce singleness of purpose into the naked single eye of the sun.
They looked with such power and purpose that they forgot to see.
And men in suits sat in offices and passed pieces of paper back and forth in the fading afternoon, and did not forget what they were about.
But the others forgot.
And so the land burned and seethed and started to rock.
You cannot fool the earth, the sacred earth, and it will never, never, forget.