All creation is one. What we do to one, we do to the entire web of life.

Whatever Seattle says, the great chief at Washington can rely upon with as much certainty as he can upon the return of the sun or the seasons.

Like a man who has been dying for many days, a man in your city is numb to the stench.

Every part of the earth is sacred to my people.

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.

Only when the last tree has died and the last river has been poisoned and the last fish has been caught will we realise that we can not eat money.

This We Know. All Things Are Connected