To Us, The Ashes Of Our Ancestors

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.

Every Part Of The Earth Is Sacred To My People.

The Water's Murmur Is The Voice Of My Father's Father.

To Us, The Ashes Of Our Ancestors Are Sacred And Their Resting Place Is Hallowed Ground.

Tribe Follows Tribe, And Nation Follows Nation, Like The Waves Of The Sea. It Is The Order Of Nature, And Regret Is Useless. Your Time Of Decay May Be Distant, But It Will Surely Come, For Even The White Man ... Cannot Be Exempt From The Common Destiny.