Reading the Native American Oral Literature passed down from generation to generation was interesting. It is neat to see the differences between cultures. But what fascinates me the most, with any culture, is that people feel the need to explain things. People need to explain why they are alive, where they came from, why they die, etc. And I don't know if I will ever understand why. I have never needed to "know" what my purpose is, I am just here. And when I die, I die. People ask me what I live for, I live for myself. I want to do well for me. But I understand that most people need something to believe in to go on, and I respect their decisions.
The native american oral literature reminds me of the stories we all are told when we were younger. They are so similar. Both stories give an explaination for man's struggle.
It is interesting to see that everyone questions who they are and where they come from. I wonder how the stories are so similar though, they are almost exactly alike, yet the people are so different, and did not meet until centuries after the creation. I wonder what the Native American creation story was before they met the white man? Because was there any way for the Native American to know that the white man existed? I wonder if the white man "part" was added later? And whose story came first, the Ntive Americans' or the white mans'?
People as a whole think that one race is so different from another, yet when I think about things like this, I wonder how different we really are. It seems that everyone wants to have a purpose in life, a purpose for their existence. It's too bad we can't see past all of the small, unimportant differences between us to the huge similarities that make up us all.