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"We do not own the land, the land owns us. The earth is our mother, the starting point where it all began. Dig up a little bit of the earth and you will see that it represents where we came from and where we are destined to end. The earth is our food, our soul, our spirit, our identity. We have no borders, no enclosures, no property rights. We belong to the earth. She is our spiritual world."

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