How Can One Sell The Air?

[sintax]

Chief Seattle's Vision:

Every part of this earth is Sacred to my people
every shining pine needle,
every tender shore,
every vapor in the dark woods,
every clearing, and every humming insect
are holy
in the memory and experience of my people.

The sap which courses through the trees
carries the memory of the red man.

The white man's dead forget the country of their birth
when they walk among the stars.
Our dead never forget this beautiful earth,
for it is the mother of the red men.
Our dead always love and remember
the earth's swift rivers, the silent footsteps of spring,
the sparkling ripples on the surface of the ponds,
the gaudy colors of the birds.
We are a part of the earth and it is a part of us.
The perfumed flowers are our sisters;
the deer, the horse, the great condor,
these are our brothers.
The rocky crests,
the juices in the meadows,
the body heat of the pony,
and man all belong to the same family.

So when the Great Chief in Washington sends word
that he wishes to buy our land,
he asks much of us.

[JDPriestly]

1. I don't know.

That's probably why I'm not rich. But I'm sure some really greedy Republican will figure out how and set up a corporation to make money on it.

[sintax]

2. The white man does not understand

One portion of the land is the same as the next,
for he is a wanderer who comes in the night
and borrows from the land whatever he needs.

[purji]

3. Ah but its not the air they will sell

Its the filter you will need to breath it.