There Is No Such Place

We Do Not Inherit The Earth From Our Ancestors; We Borrow It From Our Children

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.

All Things Are Bound Together. All Things Connect.

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.

The White Man's God Cannot Love Our People Or He Would Protect Them. They Seem To Be Orphans Who Can Look Nowhere For Help. How Then Can We Be Brothers?