He was a man of no reputation
And by the wise, considered a fool
When He spoke about faith and forgiveness
In a time when the strongest arms ruled
But this man of no reputation
Loved the weak with relentless affection

Westerners have exchanged our indigenous stories for stories of colonization, capitalism, imperialism, and greed. These stories have consumed our consciousness, shrunken our hearts, and deadened our imaginations. Progress is our highest virtue, accumulation our greatest desire.

We need a new voice to awaken us to our planet’s cries for survival. We need someone brave enough and strange enough to cut through the madness of normality to tell us our culture is insane.