This story was posted on our local Native American group's page. I can't seem to find out how old it is. It would be more interesting if it was old. I read it as "The perfect being the enemy of the good". Although it could just be read as "Don't be so picky".
Once long ago there was a Lenape maiden upon whom Kishelamakank, the Creator, wished to give a blessing of faith and understanding. The Creator led the maiden to the edge of a large corn field which was so large that as far as one could see, the valley was covered with blossoming corn, and all the cornstalks were gently swaying to the singing of the wind.
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