This We Know. All Things Are Connected
My words are like the stars that never change.
The whites, too, shall pass - perhaps sooner than other tribes. Continue to contaminate your bed and you will one night suffocate in your own waste.
How can your God become our God and renew our prosperity and awaken in us dreams of returning greatness?
To harm the earth is to heap contempt on its creator.
What is man without the beasts? If all the beasts were gone, men would die from great loneliness of spirit