“I have discovered great knowledge this even tonight. My people will survive, and in this they will delight. I can see my own face and the future is clear. In ten flocks of the sun the human race will still be here.”

He jumped off his log and he woke up his kin. He twisted his tongue and he spoke again.

“My siblings and kin, lets party tonight! For I've have had great thoughts and we are going to be all right!”

The women all jumped up, some with children at the teat. They slaughtered a moose and made them something to eat. They smoked much meat and hung the food on a tree, while the men were preparing a special kind of tea. And when the moment was right the Mogour held up his hand. All the people were quiet and his discourse was grand.

"My people, my kin, God has shown me what is right. I figured a way and there is no need to fight. We can have peace and prosperity and dress our kids in leather. No more shall we kill and plunder; instead, our tribes will work together. With these new tools I have learned of, brawn has gone out of style. We should have been using our heads all this great long while! But a word of warning is in order here. I will tell you a thing that should cause you much fear. The mind is strongest of all, more than muscle by far, but if it is misused, we have seen our last star. But of this solstice tonight our descendants* will hear, and all tribes will come together and join hand year after year. For our descendants* will be surely wiser than us. We have wasted so much time. We have done nothing but fuss! So let us dance and rejoice and drink lots of this here tea. Our race shall be great, how happy we'll all be.”

So they danced and rejoiced and ate lots of fowl, not knowing that outside a great lion was on the prowl. Then the mogour sat down, contemplating his new ideas in his head, beginning to worry that his people had not understood all that he said. The snow outside was blowing, the wind began to howl. All the siblings and kin were laughing, the lion began to growl.

*Recorded lyrics say "ancestors" here. Peckersun confesses that during those wacked-out peyote evenings he wasn't sure if he was coming or going. Later grooving on Einstein taught him both were true.