This We Know. All Things Are Connected

Tribe Follows Tribe, And Nation Follows Nation, Like The Waves Of The Sea. It Is The Order Of Nature, And Regret Is Useless. Your Time Of Decay May Be Distant, But It Will Surely Come, For Even The White Man ... Cannot Be Exempt From The Common Destiny.

The Indian Prefers The Soft Sound Of The Wind Darting Over The Face Of The Pond, The Smell Of The Wind Itself Cleansed By A Midday Rain, Or Scented With Pinon Pine. The Air Is Precious To The Red Man, For All Things Are The Same Breath - The Animals, The Trees, The Man.

We Are Part Of The Earth And It Is Part Of Us. The Perfumes Flowers Are Our Sisters; The Deer, The Horse, The Great Eagle: These Are Our Brothers. All Things Are Connected Like The Blood Which Unites One's Family.

. . . The Deer, The Horse, The Great Eagle, These Are Our Brothers. The Rocky Crests, The Juices In The Meadows, The Body Heat Of The Pony And Man - All Belong To The Same Family. . . . The White Man Must Treat The Beasts Of This Land As His Brothers.

There Is No Death, Only A Change Of Worlds.