Contaminate Your Bed And You Will One

What Is There To Life If A Man Cannot Hear The Lonely Cry Of The Whippoorwill Or The Arguments Of The Frogs Around The Pool At Night?

You Must Teach Your Children That The Ground Beneath Their Feet Is The Ashes Of Your Grandfathers. So That They Will Respect The Land, Tell Your Children That The Earth Is Rich With The Lives Of Our Kin. Teach Your Children What We Have Taught Our Children, That The Earth Is Our Mother. Whatever Befalls The Earth Befalls The Sons Of The Earth. If Men Spit Upon The Ground, They Spit Upon Themselves.

Whatever Seattle Says, The Great Chief At Washington Can Rely Upon With As Much Certainty As He Can Upon The Return Of The Sun Or The Seasons.

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.

Will You Teach Your Children What We Have Taught Our Children? That The Earth Is Our Mother? What Befalls The Earth Befalls All The Sons Of The Earth. This We Know: The Earth Does Not Belong To Man, Man Belongs To The Earth. All Things Are Connected Like The Blood That Unites Us All. Man Did Not Weave The Web Of Life, He Is Merely A Strand In It. Whatever He Does To The Web, He Does To Himself. One Thing We Know: Our God Is Also Your God. The Earth Is Precious To Him And To Harm The Earth Is To Heap Contempt On Its Creator.