In the beginning the word gave origin to the father.
A phantasm, nothing else existed in the beginning: the Father touched an illusion, he grasped something mysterious. Nothing existed. Through
the agency of a dream our Father Nai-mu-ena kept the mirage to his body & he pondered long & thought deeply.
Nothing existed, not even a stick to support the vision: our Father attached the illusion to the thread of a dream & kept it by the aid of his breath. He sounded to reach the bottom of appearance, but there was nothing. Nothing existed.
Then the Father again investigated the bottom of the mystery. He tied the empty illusion to the dream thread & pressed the magical substance upon it. Then by the aid of his dream he held it like a wisp of raw cotton.
Then he seized the mirage bottom & stamped upon it repeatedly, sitting down at last on his dreamed earth.
The earth-phantasm was his now, & he spat out saliva repeatedly so that the forests might grow. Then he lay down on his earth & covered it with the roof of heaven. As he was the owner of the earth he placed above it the blue & the white sky.
Thereupon Rafu-ema, the-man-who-has-the-narratives, sitting at the base of the skyi pondered, & he created this story so that we might listen to it here upon earth.
(Colombia: Uitoto Indians)