We Ask Only That The

All People Should Be Treated The Same Way On Earth.

The Earth Was Created By The Assistance Of The Sun, And It Should Be Left As It Was. The Country Was Made Without Lines Of Demarcation, And It Is No Man's Business To Divide It.

Finest Fur May Cover Toughest Meat.

My Father... Had Sharper Eyes Than The Rest Of Our People.

We Live, We Die, And Like The Grass And Trees, Renew Ourselves From The Soft Earth Of The Grave. Stones Crumble And Decay, Faiths Grow Old And They Are Forgotten, But New Beliefs Are Born. The Faith Of The Villages Is Dust Now... But It Will Grow Again... Like The Trees.