I'll go first
I'll be on the road first--
then you'll go
then you'll follow the road

I'll be the first to cross
all the desert lands
all the canyon lands

I'll pass swiftly over
the Earth's smooth face--

she won't hinder me
no matter what truly lies
on her smooth face:

up in the sky
I shall go
I shall [run].

-ancient Nahuatl poem from Central Mexico