For the bush boy, and for his tribe, there was a life plan. You were
born, and then you walked with your tribe. After that, you walked alone, on
your walkabout. Then you were a man, and you lived with a woman. And
after that, you died. It never changed. That was life.
'I was very stupid,' thought Mary. It was too late, but she knew now.
There weren't two different worlds - his world, and her world. There was
one world, for everybody.