A tribal elder once told be the story of Coyote, how he was just like me, always questioning, always unsettled, always disobedient and causing trouble. The other gods, like Crow, were always frustrated by him. They were always trying to make things orderly, but Coyote was a force of chaos and made everything unpredictable. However, Coyote was just as necessary as Crow. Life needed chaos, it needed change or else everything would stagnate. So the elder said I should just go on being Coyote and damn whatever anyone else thought!