Man Does Not Weave This

My Words Are Like The Stars That Never Change.

There Is No Such Place As Away.

Our Religion Is The Traditions Of Our Ancestors - The Dreams Of Our Old Men, Given Them In Solemn Hours Of The Night By The Great Spirit; And The Visions Of Our Sachems, And Is Written In The Hearts Of Our People.

We Are Part Of The Earth And It Is Part Of Us. The Perfumes Flowers Are Our Sisters; The Deer, The Horse, The Great Eagle: These Are Our Brothers. All Things Are Connected Like The Blood Which Unites One's Family.

Take Nothing But Memories, Leave Nothing But Footprints!