Heroes Are Never Perfect, But They're Brave,

What Could Be More Lonely Than To Be Enveloped In Silence, To Be The Last Of Your People To Speak Your Native Tongue, To Have No Way To Pass On The Wisdom Of The Elders, To Anticipate The Promise Of The Children. This Tragic Fate Is Indeed The Plight Of Someone Somewhere Roughly Every Two Weeks.

The World Can Only Appear Monochromatic To Those Who Persist In Interpreting What They Experience Through The Lens Of A Single Cultural Paradigm, Their Own. For Those With The Eyes To See And The Heart To Feel, It Remains A Rich And Complex Topography Of The Spirit.

If Diversity Is A Source Of Wonder, Its Opposite - The Ubiquitous Condensation To Some Blandly Amorphous And Singularly Generic Modern Culture That Takes For Granted An Impoverished Environment - Is A Source Of Dismay. There Is, Indeed, A Fire Burning Over The Earth, Taking With It Plants And Animals, Cultures, Languages, Ancient Skills And Visionary Wisdom. Quelling This Flame, And Re-inventing The Poetry Of Diversity Is Perhaps The Most Important Challenge Of Our Times.

Genocide, The Physical Extinction Of A People, Is Universally Condemned, But Ethnocide, The Destruction Of People's Way Of Life, Is Not Only Not Condemned, It's Universally Celebrated As Part Of A Development Strategy.

In The West We Cling To The Past Like Limpets. In Haiti The Present Is The Axis Of All Life. As In Africa, Past And Future Are But Distant Measures Of The Present, And Memories Are As Meaningless As Promises.