Man Does Not Weave This

If All The Beasts Were Gone, Men Would Die From A Great Loneliness Of Spirit, For Whatever Happens To The Beasts Also Happens To The Man. All Things Are Connected. Whatever Befalls The Earth Befalls The Sons Of The Earth.

Man Belongs To The Earth, Earth Does Not Belong To Man

I Will Not Dwell On, Nor Mourn Over, Our Untimely Decay, Nor Reproach My Paleface Brothers With Hastening It, As We Too May Have Been Somewhat To Blame.

There Is No Quiet Place In The White Man's Cities. No Place To Hear The Unfurling Of Leaves In Spring, Or The Rustle Of An Insect's Wings. But Perhaps It Is Because I Am A Savage And Do Not Understand. The Clatter Only Seems To Insult The Ears.

Let Him Be Just And Deal Kindly With My People, For The Dead Are Not Powerless. Dead, Did I Say? There Is No Death, Only Change Of Worlds.