There Is No Such Place As Away.

. . . 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.

Man Does Not Weave This Web Of Life. He Is Merely A Strand Of It. Whatever He Does To The Web, He Does To Himself.

All Things Are Connected Like The Blood Which Unites One Family.

The Air Is Precious To The Red Man, For All Things Share The Same Breath-the Beast, The Tree, The Man, They All Share The Same Breath. The White Man Does Not Seem To Notice The Air He Breathes. Like A Man Dying For Many Days, He Is Numb To The Stench.

All Creation Is One. What We Do To One, We Do To The Entire Web Of Life.