All Things Are Bound Together. All Things

My Words Are Like The Stars That Never Change.

Contaminate Your Bed And You Will One Night Suffocate In Your Own Waste.

The White Man's Dead Forget The Country Of Their Birth When They Go To Walk Among The Stars. Our Dead Never Forget This Beautiful Earth, For It Is The Mother Of The Red Man. We Are Part Of The Earth And It Is Part Of Us.

There Is No Such Place As Away.

To Us, The Ashes Of Our Ancestors Are Sacred And Their Resting Place Is Hallowed Ground.