being the loudest on earth’s playground doesn’t make us any more important than the dirt we crush beneath our feet we are nothing except air and fire and water and soil we are a people who forget what we are made of a people who talk about the weather as if it’s mundane and not magic as if the oceans are not holy water as if the sky is not a vision as if the animals are not our siblings as if nature is not god and rain is not god’s tears and we are not god’s children as if god is not the earth itself
