All The Mega Corporations On The Planet

There Is A Language Older By Far And Deeper Than Words. It Is The Language Of Bodies, Of Body On Body, Wind On Snow, Rain On Trees, Wave On Stone. It Is The Language Of Dream, Gesture, Symbol, Memory. We Have Forgotten This Language. We Do Not Even Remember That It Exists.

Those In Power Have Made It So We Have To Pay Simply To Exist On The Planet. We Have To Pay For A Place To Sleep, And We Have To Pay For Food. If We Don't, People With Guns Come And Force Us To Pay. That's Violent.

So Many Indigenous People Have Said To Me That The Fundamental Difference Between Western And Indigenous Ways Of Being Is That Even The Most Open-minded Westerners Generally View Listening To The Natural World As A Metaphor, As Opposed To The Way The World Really Is. Trees And Rocks And Rivers Really Do Have Things To Say To Us.

Where Will You Drive Your Own Picket Stake? Where Will You Choose To Make Your Stand? Give Me A Threshold, A Specific Point At Which You Will Finally Stop Running, At Which You Will Finally Fight Back.

If Your Community Is Founded On An Injustice, That Injustice Cannot Be Questioned.