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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.

Only, In Haiti, I Realized, Is It Possible To Drink Rum And Haggle With A God.

Mining In Bc's Sacred Headwaters Is Like Drilling For Oil In The Sistine Chapel

Heroes Are Never Perfect, But They're Brave, They're Authentic, They're Courageous, Determined, Discreet, And They've Got Grit.

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.