The Water's Murmur Is The

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.

Your God Loves Your People And Hates Mine; He Folds His Strong Arms Lovingly Around The White Man And Leads Him As A Father Leads His Infant Son, But He Has Forsaken His Red Children; He Makes Your People Wax Strong Every Day, And Soon They Will Fill The Land; While My People Are Ebbing Away Like A Fast-receding Tide, That Will Never Flow Again. The White Man's God Cannot Love His Red Children Or He Would Protect Them. They Seem To Be Orphans Who Can Look Nowhere For Help.

All Things Are Bound Together. All Things Connect.

Man Does Not Weave This Web Of Life. He Is Merely A Strand Of It. Whatever He Does To The Web, He Does To Himself.

Like A Man Who Has Been Dying For Many Days, A Man In Your City Is Numb To The Stench.