tdon25 wrote: Poo. They don't "think" they own that land, they do own it.
it's interesting that homo sapiens believe that we can "own" the dust we are made of. we make up fancy paperwork to convince ourselves and others of this fact. but in the end, the peaks that have been there for untold ages stand unchanged, long after our insignificant 70-year-blip of an existence comes to an end.
and now, a poem i saw to confuse us all further:
The Ojibwe word for stone, asin, is animate. Stones are alive. They are addressed as grandmothers and grandfathers. The universe began with a conversation between stones.
A thousand generations of you live and die in the space of a single one of our thoughts.
A complete thought is a mountain.
We don't have very many ideas.
When the original fire which formed us subsided, we thought of you.
We allowed you to occur.
We are still deciding if that was wise.
