All Things Are Connected Like The Blood

This We Know. All Things Are Connected

Contaminate Your Bed And You Will One Night Suffocate In Your Own Waste.

Humankind Has Not Woven The Web Of Life. We Are But One Thread Within It. Whatever We Do To The Web, We Do To Ourselves. All Things Are Bound Together. All Things Connect.

. . . The Deer, The Horse, The Great Eagle, These Are Our Brothers. The Rocky Crests, The Juices In The Meadows, The Body Heat Of The Pony And Man - All Belong To The Same Family. . . . The White Man Must Treat The Beasts Of This Land As His Brothers.

There Is No Quiet Place In The White Man's Cities. No Place To Hear The Unfurling Of Leaves In Spring, Or The Rustle Of An Insect's Wings. But Perhaps It Is Because I Am A Savage And Do Not Understand. The Clatter Only Seems To Insult The Ears.