Native American Literature

Crow Brings the DaylightAn Inuit Mythretold byS. E. Schlosser

Long, long ago, when the world was still new, the Inuit lived in darkness in their home in the fastness of the north. They had never heard of daylight, and when it was first explained to them by Crow, who traveled back and forth between the northlands and the south, they did not believe him.
But many of the younger folk were fascinated by the story of the light that gilded the lands to the south. They made Crow repeat his tales until they knew them by heart.
"Imagine how far and how long we could hunt," they told one another.
"Yes, and see the polar bear before it attacks," others agreed.
Soon the yearning for daylight was so strong that the Inuit people begged Crow to bring it to them. Crow shook his head. "I am too old," he told them. "The daylight is very far away. I can no longer go so far." But the pleadings of the people made him reconsider, and finally he agreed to make the long journey to the south.
Crow flew for many miles through the endless dark of the north. He grew weary many times, and almost turned back. But at last he saw a rim of light at the very edge of horizon and knew that the daylight was close.
Crow strained his wings and flew with all his might. Suddenly, the daylight world burst upon him with all its glory and brilliance. The endless shades of color and the many shapes and forms surrounding him made Crow stare and stare. He flapped down to a tree and rested himself, exhausted by his long journey. Above him, the sky was an endless blue, the clouds fluffy and white. Crow could not get enough of the wonderful scene.
Eventually Crow lowered his gaze and realized that he was near a village that lay beside a wide river. As he watched, a beautiful girl came to the river near the tree in which he perched. She dipped a large bucket into the icy waters of the river and then turned to make her way back to the village. Crow turned himself into a tiny speck of dust and drifted down towards the girl as she passed beneath his tree. He settled into her fur cloak and watched carefully as she returned to the snow lodge of her father, who was the chief of the village people.
It was warm and cozy inside the lodge. Crow looked around him and spotted a box that glowed around the edges. Daylight, he thought. On the floor, a little boy was playing contentedly. The speck of dust that was Crow drifted away from the girl and floated into the ear of the little boy. Immediately the child sat up and rubbed at his ear, which was irritated by the strange speck. He started to cry, and the chief, who was a doting grandfather, came running into the snow lodge to see what was wrong.
"Why are you crying?" the chief asked, kneeling beside the child.
Inside the little boy's ear, Crow whispered: "You want to play with a ball of daylight." The little boy rubbed at his ear and then repeated Crow's words.
The chief sent his daughter to the glowing box in the corner. She brought it to her father, who removed a glowing ball, tied it with a string, and gave it to the little boy. He rubbed his ear thoughtfully before taking the ball. It was full of light and shadow, color and form. The child laughed happily, tugging at the string and watching the ball bounce.
Then Crow scratched the inside of his ear again and the little boy gasped and cried.
"Don't cry, little one," said the doting grandfather anxiously. "Tell me what is wrong."
Inside the boy's ear, Crow whispered: "You want to go outside to play." The boy rubbed at his ear and then repeated Crow's words to his grandfather. Immediately, the chief lifted up the small child and carried him outside, followed by his worried mother.
As soon as they were free of the snow lodge, Crow swooped out of the child's ear and resumed his natural form. He dove toward the little boy's hand and grabbed the string from him. Then he rose up and up into the endless blue sky, the ball of daylight sailing along behind him.
In the far north, the Inuit saw a spark of light coming toward them through the darkness. It grew brighter and brighter, until they could see Crow flapping his wings as he flew toward them. The people gasped and pointed and called in delight.
The Crow dropped the ball, and it shattered upon the ground, releasing the daylight so that it exploded up and out, illuminating every dark place and chasing away every shadow. The sky grew bright and turned blue. The dark mountains took on color and light and form. The snow and ice sparkled so brightly that the Inuit had to shade their eyes.
The people laughed and cried and exclaimed over their good fortune. But Crow told them that the daylight would not last forever. He had only obtained one ball of daylight from the people of the south, and it would need to rest for six months every year to regain its strength. During that six month period, the darkness would return.
The people said: "Half a year of daylight is enough. Before you brought the daylight, we lived our whole life in darkness!" Then they thanked Crow over and over again.
To this day, the Inuit live for half a year in darkness and half a year in daylight. And they are always kind to Crow, for it was he who brought them the light.
http://www.americanfolklore.net/folktales/nunavut1.html

Schlosser, S.e. "Crow Brings the Daylight." American Folklore. 16 Mar. 2008. 18 Mar. 2008 .

Dear Diary,
I have been fascinated with the stories of the native americans. Although these stories seem absurd to the facts that they believed that animals could talk, or the sun was a ball that could be tossed around. The fact that the natives beilive these stories doesn't surprise me because the earth seems to be all that they have, and since it has provided them with so much to live on. I hope to listen to other stories soon.

Of Plymouth Plantation

Of Plymouth Plantation by William Bradford



"These troubles being blown over, and now all being compact together in one ship, they put to sea again with a prosperous wind, which continued divers days together, which was some encouragement unto them; yet, according to the usual manner, many were afflicted with seasickness. And I may not omit here a special work of God’s providence. There was a proud and very profane young man, one of the seamen, of a lusty, able body, which made him the more haughty; he would always be contemning the poor people in their sickness and cursing them daily with grievous execrations; and did not let to tell them that he hoped to help to cast half of them overboard before they came to their journey’s end, and to make merry with what they had; and if he Were by any gently reproved, he would curse and swear most bitterly. But it pleased God before they came half seas over, to smite this young man with a grievous disease, of which he died in a desperate manner, and so was himself the first that was thrown overboard. Thus his curses light on his own head, and it was an astonishment to all his fellows for they noted it to be the just hand of God upon him.



http://spider.georgetowncollege.edu/english/coke/bradford.htm




Bradford, William. "Of Plymouth Plantation." 24 Mar. 2008. 24 Mar. 2008 http://spider.georgetowncollege.edu/english/coke/bradford.htm.







Dear Diary,

Good ridance to that man. What ignorance he displayed. His talk of throwing the sick overboard was absurd. How could he threat such a thing, it is now clear as to why he had such a low position on the boat. When we had heard that he had fallen sick, we were all very overjoyed, some of us even threatened to throw him overboard. For days this had gone on, and we had tormented him until the day his fever had overtaken him and killed him. Although we had not recieved him that well, when he was thrown overboard, many weeped for him. I personally think it was because he was the first to have died on this shipwreck of a boat.

"To My Dear and Loving Husband"

"To My Dear and Loving Husband"
By Anne Bradstreet

"If ever two were one, then surley we.

If ever man were loved by wife, then thee;

If ever wife was happy in a man,

Compare with me, ye women, if you can.

I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold

Or all the riches that the East doth hold.

My love is such that rivers cannot quench,

Nor ought but love from thee, give recompense.

Thy love is such I can no way repay,

The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.

Then while we live, in love let's so perservere

That when we live no me, we may live ever."

http://www.vcu.edu/engweb/webtexts/Bradstreet/bradhyp.htm

Poetry Chart
Poem: “To My Dear and Loving Husband”
Author: Anne Bradstreet
Type:
Speaker: A wife that is talking to her husband.
Sounds: Repetition; If is repeated in the first three lines.
Rhyme: the words at the end of lines 1,2,3,4,5,6,9, and 10 all rhyme.
Imagery: The speaker of the poem uses imagery to show how precious her love is with her husband.
Figurative Language: Hyperbole is used in lines 5-7.
Rhythm: Lines 1 and 2, 3 and 4, 5 and 6, 9 and 10 all rhyme.
Tone: the tone of this poem is shows he deep love that one has with their husband/wife.
Mood: the mood that this poem portrays is that true love is out their, you just have to search for it.
Theme: Love is real.

Huswifery

"Huswifery" by Edward Taylor

Make me, O Lord, thy Spinning Wheele compleat;

Thy Holy Worde my Distaff make for mee.

Make mine Affections thy Swift Flyers neate,

And make my Soule thy holy Spoole to bee.

My Conversation make to be thy Reele,

And reele the yarn thereon spun of thy Wheele.

Make me thy Loome then, knit therein this Twine:

And make thy Holy Spirit, Lord, winde quills:

Then weave the Web thyselfe.

The yarn is fine.

Thine Ordinances make my Fulling Mills.

Then dy the same in Heavenly Colours Choice,

All pinkt with Varnish't Flowers of Paradise.

Then cloath therewith mine Understanding, Will,

Affections, Judgment, Conscience, Memory;

My Words and Actions, that their shine may fill

My wayes with glory and thee glorify.

Then mine apparell shall display before yee

That I am Cloathd in Holy robes for glory.

http://www.puritansermons.com/poetry/taylor15.htm

Thesis:

In the poem "Hswifery", Edward Taylor expresses his desire for god's grace through use of extended metaphor, repetition, and diction.

Reflection:

In Edward Taylors "Huswifery", his literature is saying that the only way you will recieve the grace of god and go into heaven, you must pray and show gods love to others. Taylor compares this to spinning a robe to wear so that he may display to others to mimic.

Sinners At The Hands Of An Angry God

Sinners at the Hands of An Angry God
By Jonathan Edwards

So that it is not because God is unmindful of their wickedness, and does not resent it, that he does not let loose his hand and cut them off. God is not altogether such an one as themselves, though they may imagine him to be so. The wrath of God bums against them, their damnation does not slumber; the pit is prepared, the fire is made ready, the fumace is now hot, ready to receive them; the flames do now rage and glow. The glittering sword is whet, and held over them, and the pit hath opened its mouth under them.
The devil stands ready to fall upon them, and seize them as his own, at what moment God shall permit him. They belong to him; he has their souls in his possession, and under his dominion. The scripture represents them as his goods, Luke 11:12. The devils watch them; they are ever by them at their right hand; they stand waiting for them, like greedy hungry lions that see their prey, and expect to have it, but are for the present kept back. If God should withdraw his hand, by which they are restrained, they would in one moment fly upon their poor souls. The old serpent is gaping for them; hell opens its mouth wide to receive them; and if God should permit it, they would be hastily swallowed up and lost.

http://www.piney.com/JonEdwSinHands.html





Reflection:
In Jonathan Edward's Sinners At the Hands of An Angry God, Edward's uses the aspect of fear to put in the hearts of un-converted christians so that they convert to Christianity so that they will not face the wrath of god. Edward's is saying that because you do not belive in the word of god, your soul is damned to hell, and that your soul is as heavy as lead due your sin. But Edward's says that if you repent and give you heart to god, you are saved. His tactics of fear are useful because it allow him to control others with the promise of salvation that could be at the end of the road.

Dear Diary,
I do not agree with the statement above. I thought that god wanted to try and keep as many people away from Satan as possible. If this is true, then why does he allow men to be given to the devil? If we are all supposedly created in the image of god, then why are thier evil and wicked men. What happens to the wicked men that realizes thier mistakes and repent for their sins? Do they go to heaven are are they just dropped into hell? This is to confusing!

Accounts of the Middle Passage

By Olaudah Equiano

"By Night when Others Soundly Slept"

"By Night when Others Soundly Slept"
By Anne Bradstreet
1
1By night when others soundly slept
2And hath at once both ease and Rest,
3My waking eyes were open kept
4And so to lie I found it best.
2
5I sought him whom my Soul did Love,
6With tears I sought him earnestly.
7He bow'd his ear down from Above.
8In vain I did not seek or cry.
3
9My hungry Soul he fill'd with Good;
10He in his Bottle put my tears,
11My smarting wounds washt in his blood,
12And banisht thence my Doubts and fears.
4
13What to my Saviour shall I give
14Who freely hath done this for me?
15I'll serve him here whilst I shall live
16And Loue him to Eternity.

http://rpo.library.utoronto.ca/poem/209.html

Poetry Chart
Poem:"By Night when Others Soundly Slept"
Author:Anne Bradstreet
Speaker:A woman thinking or dreaming about her husband/god.
Rhyme: Rhyme style is ABAB
Imagery:She uses god as her loved one, and her soul.
Figurative Language: Her soul, God, etc.
Rhythm: ABAB
Tone:The tone is a tone of seriousness with a woman thinking about her husband/god. Mood:This poem left me confused b/c i didnt know if she was talking about her husband or of god.

"The Author to her Book"

"The Author to her Book"
By Anne Bradstreet
1Thou ill-form'd offspring of my feeble brain,
2Who after birth did'st by my side remain,
3Till snatcht from thence by friends, less wise than true,
4Who thee abroad expos'd to public view,
5Made thee in rags, halting to th' press to trudge,
6Where errors were not lessened (all may judge).
7At thy return my blushing was not small,
8My rambling brat (in print) should mother call.
9I cast thee by as one unfit for light,
10Thy Visage was so irksome in my sight,
11Yet being mine own, at length affection would
12Thy blemishes amend, if so I could.
13I wash'd thy face, but more defects I saw,
14And rubbing off a spot, still made a flaw.
15I stretcht thy joints to make thee even feet,
16Yet still thou run'st more hobbling than is meet.
17In better dress to trim thee was my mind,
18But nought save home-spun Cloth, i' th' house I find.
19In this array, 'mongst Vulgars mayst thou roam.
20In Critics' hands, beware thou dost not come,
21And take thy way where yet thou art not known.
22If for thy Father askt, say, thou hadst none;
23And for thy Mother, she alas is poor,
24Which caus'd her thus to send thee out of door.

http://rpo.library.utoronto.ca/poem/208.html

Poetry Chart Poem:"The Author of her Book"
Author:Anne Bradstreet
Speaker:A woman writing about her thoughts.
Rhyme:AABB
Imagery:Calling her thoughts her child.
Figurative Language:Calling her thoughts her child.
Rhythm:AABB Tone:The poem portrays a tone of seroiusness about her thoughts.
Mood:The Mood is that you shouldent let your thoughts go to waste.

Reflection:
This poem is about an authors dissatisfaction with the poetry that she has written. Although she writes that her work is praised, she feels dissatisfied with her work because she finds what she knows is wrong, and what she should have included in her works. The author seems to be trying to overlook the imperfections that she had left in her works, and she is trying to belive that nobody else sees them.

Diary:
Those people that think they know my work! They no nothing of me. Can they not see the imperfections that I have left in these peices of rubbish?! It is as if they are mocking my work, trying to pretend that they enjoy my work. I would rather them tell me what I am at fault so that I can fix it for my next peice of work.

Olidah Equiano

Olidah Equiano
The Atlantic Voyage
"At last, when the ship we were in had got in all her cargo, they made ready with many fearful noises, and we were all put under deck, so that we could not see how they managed the vessel. But this disappointment was the least of my sorrow. The stench of the hold while we were on the coast was so intolerably loathsome, that it was dangerous to remain there for any time, and some of us had been permitted to stay on the deck for the fresh air; but now that the whole ship's cargo were confined together, it became absolutely pestilential. The closeness of the place, and the heat of the climate, added to the number in the ship, which was so crowded that each had scarcely room to turn himself, almost suffocated us. This produced copious perspirations, so that the air soon became unfit for respiration, from a variety of loathsome smells, and brought on a sickness among the slaves, of which many diedÑ-thus falling victims to the improvident avarice, as I may call it, of their purchasers. This wretched situation was again aggravated by the galling of the chains, now became insupportable; and the filth of the necessary tubs, into which the children often fell, and were almost suffocated. The shrieks of the women, and the groans of the dying, rendered the whole a scene of borror almost inconceivable. Happily perhaps, for myself, I was soon reduced so low here that it was thought necessary to keep me almost always on deck; and from my extreme youth I was not put in fetters. In this situation I expected every hour to share the fate of my companions, some of whom were almost daily brought upon deck at the point of death, which I began to hope would soon put an end to my miseries. Often did I think many of the inhabitants of the deep much more happy than myself. I envied them the freedom they enjoyed, and as often wished I could change my condition for theirs. Every circumstance I met with, served only to render my state more painful, and heightened my apprehensions, and my opinion of the cruelty of the whites."

Reflection:
In Olidah Equiano's capture from his homeland of Africa, he was treated to the cruelities of the white man in which he had to suffer the horrible conditions of the slave ship that he was put on. Equiano was forced to stay in the bottom decks of the boat with hundreds of others in the same situation that he was in. He was forced to live with disease, lack of air, lack of space, lack of food, and the beatings that he had to daily face, he couldn't jump off the boat due to the nets that were hung.

Diary:
I do not know what is happening. The white man is saying things in a tounge that I cannont understand. The others around me keep on saying that we are on our way to our deaths, and many have killed themselves. They dont feed us much, but none of us are ever hungry to eat, and when we dont eat they beat us and then take away our food. There have been many that have also jumped off of the ship, but they get caught up in the nets that cut their bodies, and when they are pulled back up they are beaten.

EQ:
Equiano had come to America without an American dream of his own. Instead he was made to suffer under the oppression of the white man and he was made a slave with no dreams to hope for.

"The Crisis"

"The Crisis"
By Thomas Paine

Reflection: In "The Crisis" Thomas Paine is writing about the taxes that have been put on them by Great Britain. He writes that the Tyranny of Great Britain is like hell with the tax and binding that have been put on them. Paine compare the king to a thief that is stealing thier money and thier liberty.

Social Connection: Mexican Immigration

My Antonia Creative Writing: Mexican Immigration

1.  Identify specific examples of issues of race,
boundaries and immigration in My Antonia.   
Here are some guidelines:

A. Race/Culture

When does language interfere with equal opportunity for immigrants?  

·   In the beginning of the book, the Shimerdas are taken advantage of by
Krajiek, another Bohemian Immigrant into making them pay a ridiculous
sum of money for a house that is in very poor condition.

How does one’s culture pre-destine a person for a specific lifestyle?

·   The culture of the Bohemian immigrants predestines Antonia and her
family to work as hired hands for most,if not all of their life.  
Also, for Jim, as the rich white boy, he is supposedly predestined to
become a successful man in the future,
but in the end, he chooses to leave that behind.

Which characters are able to step out of their pre-destined position?

·  Characters that were able to step out of the predestined positions were Jim,
in the end of the book, he decides to divorce his wife and leave his job as a
lawyer to live back in nature.

Which characters struggle with their assigned place?  
Why does Cather allow the reader to see this struggle?  
How is it part of the American Dream?

· The characters that struggle with their assigned places are Mr. Shimerda; he didn’t want to move to America because he was already living his dream as a famous violin player with lots of money. Another was Jim, in the end of the book he realizes that he doesn’t want the city life, and he goes back to living in the rural land. Cather allows the reader to see this struggle, because she is showing the reader that not everybody is happy or satisfied with the situation that they are in. This is apart of the American dream, because if people are living something other than their American dream, then they aren’t living their American dream.

B. Boundaries:  where do boundaries occur in the novel (community, recreation,
housing, and customs).

·  One boundary found when Jim is told not to dance with the hired girls when he really
wants to.

C. Immigration:  identify the different immigrants and indicate each one’s circumstance.

·  The Shimerdas: The Shimerdas are Bohemian immigrants that moved to the United States
because Mrs. Shimerda wanted to live in America.  Mr. Shimerda didn’t want to move
because he was already was well of as a textile worker making beautiful tapestries
and quilts.  When they come to the United States, they work on the Burdens farm, in
a house that they bought from a fellow Bohemian Immigrant, Krajiek,who despite being
in a situation like them, he chooses to take advantage of the state that they are in,
and he makes them ridiculous offers that they have to take in order to live.

·   Peter Krajiek: Krajiek is also a Bohemian immigrant, but unlike the Shimerdas,
he is very greedy and he sells the Shimerdas their and for a large sum of money.

·   Pavel and Peter: Pavel and Peter are Russian immigrants who drift from area to area.

1.  Go to the website      

http://www.score.rims.k12.ca.us/score_lessons/immigration_debate/

2.  Read several articles and make comparisons to issues of race/culture, boundaries
and immigration raised in My Antonia.

CREATIVE WRITING:

Instead of writing about the Nebraska prairie land in late 1800s – we should explore
current day immigration issues concerning the Mexican immigration issues in our
country today.  Choose a chapter of My Antonia and mimic her narrative structure,
using issues connected with Mexican Immigration.

Chapter 3:

It was a Friday Afternoon when our dad took us to meet our new neighbors from Mexico. We were bringing them some small neighbor gifts, nothing much, baked goods and other foods as a welcoming gift to the neighborhood. I couldn’t wait to see what the neighbors were like, and I was ready for them. On the way we passed by the usual, the yard of the Levis’, with the colorful and bright flowers that were growing along their yards, and the Jones, who had the large swimming pool with the diving board. Mom had told me that the family, The Encarte family had bought a house from Howard Levi, and that he had sold it for much less than it was worth because he too was from Mexico, and his father had served in the Mexican Army with Mr. Encartes’ father. I’m hoping that they are good people; I would hate it if I found out that they were selfish people that were taking advantage of Mr. Levi. We also found out that Mr. Levi is lending them a stove, washer, dryer, and other utilities that they can use until they will be able to pay them back. As we approached the Encartes place, the area became a lot nicer, with beautiful flowers on the hill, with a pond that was as smooth as glass, and trees that grew to be 15 feet tall with beautiful leaves growing off of them. As we got closer and closer, the house became noticeable. What a great house, it wasn’t too large, but wasn’t small either, big enough to hold a family of six at the most. When we got out of the car, we were greeted by the family, Mr. Encartes; a man with seemingly average proportions, Mrs. Encartes; a very slender and petite woman dressed in daily clothes, a boy of 11 or 12 who was very skinny and tall, and a 15 year old girl who had brown hair and a petite frame like her mother.

When we got out to meet them, they greeted us in English and welcomed us inside their house. Their house was pretty typical inside, they weren’t exquisitely furnished, but wasn’t bare, they did have some art that they brought with them from Mexico. When we got inside we met their family, Mr. Carlo and his wife Maria, their son Joseph, and their daughter Carla. When we handed them our gifts, they took them happily and set them on their table. They then proceeded to give us some things that they had made, fresh beef tamales with mole sauce, and deep fried tortillas filled with honey. Soon afterwards, Mr. Levi came out and greeted us and then talked to Mr. Encartes in Spanish. We were then told that Carla and Joseph had enrolled into the same school as me, and I was asked to help them get aquatinted with the school. I agreed and had both of them come and walk to the school with me. As we began to walk, Carla began asking me questions, “what is the school like, how are the people, what are the activities that they host?”. I began to answer them and when I was finished, I asked both of them what they liked to do and what they were interested in. Carla answered that she was interested in dancing and Joseph said that he like mathematics. As we got closer and closer I began learning more about them, they were so very interesting, they told me stories about their homeland and of the life they lived in Mexico, it was all so fascinating. When we got back to their house, it was already late in the afternoon and the adults were all laughing and sipping iced tea on the porch talking about whatever adults talk about. I couldn’t wait to see how the rest of this year unfolded.

Give Me Liberty or Give Me Death!

"Give Me Liberty or Give Me Death!"
(The War Inevitable)
Patrick Henry

Reflection: Patrick Henry's uses of metaphor to show the grip that Great Britain has over America is used when Henry says, "They are sent over to bind and rivet upon us those chains which the British ministry have been so long forging." as to prove why the British keep on sending troops over to America. This statement shows that Breat Britain have been trying harder and harder to take control of America like they've been planning to do for the last couple of years. Henry is telling the people of America that war in inevitable and instead of accepting it, they should prepare for it for when the British come.

Transcendentalism

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Nature
Chapter I: Nature

Reflection:
Through the use of figurative language, Emerson explains to the non-poet that in order to view the world and nature plainly, we must "cast our eyes" like a snake sheds its skin and begin to see the world as a child once again. When we begin to see the world as a child again, we begin to accept things, than manipulate things as we want to see them as the adult does. This causes ourselves to experience the "Ultimate Being" when we come into contact with nature.

Diary Entry:
That Ralph Emerson, who does he think he is, talking about casting away our eyes and some "Ultimate Being", science has proved all of that wrong. Humans can't just cast away their years, we cannot live forever, but if we could, that would be great. And his talk about the "Ultimate being" that he feels, its probably just a breeze that he feels. He a loony and somebody has to stop him, for some reason he has had many followers in his, his, I don't know, cult, religion, its all so confusing.'


Paragraph 18-32: Self-Reliance and the Individual

Reflection:
Through the use of metaphor, Emerson compares the everyday person to that of royalty if they got over the feeling of inferiority that is imposed just because of a title that some people have been given or earned. Emerson says that, "Material objects, especially those that are imposing—Emerson cites magnificent buildings and heroic works of art, including costly books—often intimidate people by making them feel of lesser worth. This feeling of inferiority is a mistake: Humans determine an object’s worth, not vice versa". Emerson is saying that people are worth what they put out, not by what they don't have. The feelings of inferiority comes from when we feel insecure because we may not have the fancy things that others have, or from what little understanding that we have for big things, we have to work for those feeling to go away, and so that we feel equal with others.

Diary Entry:
Mr. Emerson is a complete genius, of course the only way to bypass the feelings of inferiority is by working to overcome it. If we overcome our feelings of inferiority, then we should be able to overcome anything, as long as we work for it.