Risk Discomfort And Solitude For Understanding.

The Measure Of A Society Is Not Only What It Does But The Quality Of Its Aspirations.

On Paper I Would Be A Rather Bold Individual In Our Culture.

Mining In Bc's Sacred Headwaters Is Like Drilling For Oil In The Sistine Chapel

The World In Which You Were Born Is Just One Model Of Reality. Other Cultures Are Not Failed Attempts At Being You; They Are Unique Manifestations Of The Human Spirit.

The Problem Is That Those Of Us Sympathetic With The Plight Of Indigenous People View Them As Quaint And Colorful, But Somehow Reduced To Margins Of History As The Real World [(our World)] Moves On We Will Be Known As An Era In Which We Stood By And Either Actively Endorsed Or Passively Accepted The Massive Destruction Of Both Biological And Cultural Diversity On The Planet.