Heroes Are Never Perfect, But

Its Haunting To Realize That Half Of The Languages Of The World Are Teetering On The Brink Of Extinction.

If We Accept That We Are All Cut From The Same Genetic Cloth, All Cultures Share The Same Genius. And Whether That Genius Is Placed Into Technological Wizardry Which Has Been Our Great Achievement, Or, By Contrast, Placed Into The Unraveling Of Complex Threads Of Memory Inherent In A Myth Is Simply A Matter Of Choice.

If Diversity Is A Source Of Wonder, Its Opposite - The Ubiquitous Condensation To Some Blandly Amorphous And Singularly Generic Modern Culture That Takes For Granted An Impoverished Environment - Is A Source Of Dismay. There Is, Indeed, A Fire Burning Over The Earth, Taking With It Plants And Animals, Cultures, Languages, Ancient Skills And Visionary Wisdom. Quelling This Flame, And Re-inventing The Poetry Of Diversity Is Perhaps The Most Important Challenge Of Our Times.

On Paper I Would Be A Rather Bold Individual In Our Culture.

The Problem Is That Those Of Us Sympathetic With The Plight Of Indigenous People View Them As Quaint And Colorful, But Somehow Reduced To Margins Of History As The Real World [(our World)] Moves On We Will Be Known As An Era In Which We Stood By And Either Actively Endorsed Or Passively Accepted The Massive Destruction Of Both Biological And Cultural Diversity On The Planet.