- "I wonder how much he really understands me. I wonder how much I really understand him."
- — Roger's quote after picking up the note.
Do you suppose there are any tribes left in the world that we have not found? Stone age tribes living in, I don't know, the Amazon jungle, or some supposedly deserted island?
What would it be like to be one of those tribesmen and one day and aeroplane lands on the beach? With what awe and wonder would that tribesman attempt to comprehend the man who stepped down out of the cockpit?
But what would that tribesman have to teach the aviator? He must know hundreds of herbs and roots. He must have medicine, secret poultices that, without any help of science, can heal the aviator's wounds. Oh science has not yet learned all the secrets of the medicine man, no matter what the biochemists will tell you.
What does he know about time, whose time is unregimented? what does he see when he looks at the living jungle, which is only greenery to the Western man in his boots and eyeglasses?
The aviator, too, must approach the aborigine with awe.
I am both the tribesman and the aborigine, and you are the fascinating unknown that lies just behind the other's eyes. Every day I seek to learn your language. Every day I try to see the world the way you see it.
Who knows if I ever will? But I am always