My Words Are Like The Stars That

This We Know. All Things Are Connected

We Are Part Of The Earth And It Is Part Of Us. The Perfumes Flowers Are Our Sisters; The Deer, The Horse, The Great Eagle: These Are Our Brothers. All Things Are Connected Like The Blood Which Unites One's Family.

If All The Beasts Were Gone, Men Would Die From A Great Loneliness Of Spirit, For Whatever Happens To The Beasts Also Happens To The Man. All Things Are Connected. Whatever Befalls The Earth Befalls The Sons Of The Earth.

How Can You Buy Or Sell The Sky, The Warmth Of The Land? The Idea Is Strange To Us. If We Do Not Own The Freshness Of The Air And The Sparkle Of The Water, How Can You Buy Them? Every Part Of The Earth Is Sacred To My People, Every Shining Pine Needle, Every Sandy Shore, Every Mist In The Dark Woods, Every Clear And Humming Insect Is Holy In The Memory And Experience Of My People.

Like A Man Who Has Been Dying For Many Days, A Man In Your City Is Numb To The Stench.