There is no death. Only a change of worlds.
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.
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 share the same breath - the beast, the tree, the man... the air shares its spirit with all the life it supports.
When the Earth is sick, the animals will begin to disappear, when that happens, The Warriors of the Rainbow will come to save them.
Humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but one thread within it. Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves. All things are bound together. All things connect.
Whatever befalls the earth befalls the sons and daughters of the earth. We did not weave the web of life We are merely a strand in it. What we do with the web, we do to ourselves...
What is man without the beasts If all the beasts were gone, man would die from a great loneliness of spirit. For whatever happens to the beasts, soon happens to man. All things are connected.
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.