On Paper I Would Be

Heroes Are Never Perfect, But They're Brave, They're Authentic, They're Courageous, Determined, Discreet, And They've Got Grit.

Mining In Bc's Sacred Headwaters Is Like Drilling For Oil In The Sistine Chapel

In The West We Cling To The Past Like Limpets. In Haiti The Present Is The Axis Of All Life. As In Africa, Past And Future Are But Distant Measures Of The Present, And Memories Are As Meaningless As Promises.

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.

The Measure Of A Society Is Not Only What It Does But The Quality Of Its Aspirations.