All the materials that I am made of, are of this planet and beyond. Every little piece. I cannot imagine how I came to be, nor do i need to. The truth is as clear as one chooses it to be.
“The American Indian is of the soil, whether it be the region of forests, plains, pueblos, or mesas. He fits into the landscape, for the hand that fashioned the continent also fashioned the man for his surroundings. He once grew as naturally as the wild sunflowers, he belongs just as the buffalo belonged….”
Luther Standing Bear, Oglala Sioux Chief
A time to marvel at being destructive will soon be at an end. Those who wish for legacies of owning infinitely more, will be a blip on the timeline of an otherwise harmonious exsistence.