The dreaming hills with their precious rustling wheat
meant more than even a spirit could tell.
Where had the wheat come from, that had seeded these fields?
Whence the first and original seeds, and where were the sowers?
Back in the ages!
The stars, the night, the dark blue of heaven
hid the secret in their impenetrableness.
Beyond them surely was the answer….
-Zane Grey, The Desert of Wheat, 1919