All Things Are Connected Like The Blood

My Words Are Like The Stars That Never Change.

Man Does Not Weave This Web Of Life. He Is Merely A Strand Of It. Whatever He Does To The Web, He Does To Himself.

We Are All Children Of The Great Spirit, We All Belong To Mother Earth. Our Planet Is In Great Trouble And If We Keep Carrying Old Grudges And Do Not Work Together, We Will All Die.

We Are Part Of The Earth And It Is Part Of Us ... What Befalls The Earth Befalls All The Sons Of The Earth.

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