On Paper I Would Be A Rather

Language Is An Old-growth Forest Of The Mind.

The World Can Only Appear Monochromatic To Those Who Persist In Interpreting What They Experience Through The Lens Of A Single Cultural Paradigm, Their Own. For Those With The Eyes To See And The Heart To Feel, It Remains A Rich And Complex Topography Of The Spirit.

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

Sensitivity To Nature Is Not An Innate Attribute Of Indigenous Peoples. It Is A Consequence Of Adaptive Choices That Have Resulted In The Development Of Highly Specialized Peripheral Skills. But Those Choices In Turn Spring From A Comprehensive View Of Nature And The Universe In Which Man And Woman Are Perceived As But Elements Inextricably Linked To The Whole.

If We Accept That We Are All Cut From The Same Genetic Cloth, All Cultures Share The Same Genius. And Whether That Genius Is Placed Into Technological Wizardry Which Has Been Our Great Achievement, Or, By Contrast, Placed Into The Unraveling Of Complex Threads Of Memory Inherent In A Myth Is Simply A Matter Of Choice.